Here's a little dialogue from my contemporary WIP set in Playa Del Carmen. I'm tentatively calling it Love to Love You. The heroine, Ally, and her best friend are visiting the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza. Her friend in particular is interested in the giant natural well that was once used for human sacrifices:
"The guidebook says that when the well was dredged years ago, they found bones of hundreds of men, women, and children in the water, along with pottery, copper, bells . . . all things that were used in their religious ceremonies."
"And I thought having to sit through a full mass every Sunday when I was a kid was a pain," Ally said.
"We had it easy."
"I don’t know about that. Remember Father Lopez? His penances were basically the South Chicago equivalent of a human sacrifice."
This well and its grisly history is for real, BTW. Here it is:
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