It was February 2017, the first time I said “yes” to the whisperings of Teotihuacan. Little did I know what I was saying yes to, and where that commitment would take me. 

It was stifling hot without a breath of wind, the dust kicked off our shoes as we silently made our way along the worn path, led by our guides.  

We stopped at a staircase descending into the earth under the Pyramid grounds.  

Our guide motioned us to follow him down the stairs into the stone-cold darkness.  

As my foot tou...