Monsoon Memories: When Paradise Got Soaked at Mayan Ruins

I woke up that morning in my cabin aboard the Margaritaville at Sea Paradise feeling like I'd won the lottery. After three days of the ship's signature laid-back vibes, frozen margaritas poolside, and honestly too many Jimmy Buffett cover songs, we were finally pulling into port. Today was the day we'd booked the "Ancient Wonders" excursion to explore Mayan ruins somewhere in Central America—I'd honestly forgotten exactly which country because the Paradise's activities director had soft-sold it so well over a Painkiller that I just said yes. The weather when we disembarked looked promising. Sure, the sky had this weird greenish tint to it, and the humidity was absolutely brutal, but our tour guide Marco assured us we'd have "plenty of time before the afternoon showers." He said this while wiping sweat from his forehead with a bandana, which should've been my first red flag. My wife Sarah looked skeptical as we climbed onto the air-conditioned bus, but I was determined not to let anything ruin this experience. We'd saved for months to take this cruise, and I wasn't about to miss out on standing in front of 2,000-year-old stone temples because of a little rain. The drive to the ruin…