On Isla Mujeres we accidentally caught a sunset from the beach while drinking free margaritas and being serenaded with boleros. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time. I'm not sure which parts of the island I want to chronicle, and which would better be forgotten. For example, part of me doesn't want to mention the bedbug situation at the Caracol hotel, but then part of me is pretty sure I won't ever ever ever forget it.
Oh, it felt sooooo goooood to get out of Cancun! Would I like to live on an island, I wonder? I sure do like the feeling of being on an island, though I've never done it for longer than a week. We didn't find a boat to sail on, so Chris had to be content with the ferry ride. Sorry, darlin.
Crazy bridge is way funner when you're on an island. Live music was playing right there next to the hotel, with all the cute bars and so we had to go down and have some drinks and play some cards both nights we stayed there. Here you see my poker face, which aspired to be a cross between seductive and cunning. Unfortunately, I was drunk, so it just looks like I'm drunk. Above that picture is the one where I captured Chris's reaction to my poker face. I'd hoped it would be a cross between intimidation and intrigue, but I think he was just laughing at me.
There's that beautiful water/sand combo that keeps me hanging on. It turns out that on the beach, the color of a white person's skin after a long winter is THE PERFECT camouflage. When I stepped into the water, my feet completely disappeared.
On Isla Mujeres we accidentally caught a sunset from the beach while drinking free margaritas and being serenaded with boleros. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time. I'm not sure which parts of the island I want to chronicle, and which would better be forgotten. For example, part of me doesn't want to mention the bedbug situation at the Caracol hotel, but then part of me is pretty sure I won't ever ever ever forget it.
Oh, it felt sooooo goooood to get out of Cancun! Would I like to live on an island, I wonder? I sure do like the feeling of being on an island, though I've never done it for longer than a week. We didn't find a boat to sail on, so Chris had to be content with the ferry ride. Sorry, darlin.
Crazy bridge is way funner when you're on an island. Live music was playing right there next to the hotel, with all the cute bars and so we had to go down and have some drinks and play some cards both nights we stayed there. Here you see my poker face, which aspired to be a cross between seductive and cunning. Unfortunately, I was drunk, so it just looks like I'm drunk. Above that picture is the one where I captured Chris's reaction to my poker face. I'd hoped it would be a cross between intimidation and intrigue, but I think he was just laughing at me.
There's that beautiful water/sand combo that keeps me hanging on. It turns out that on the beach, the color of a white person's skin after a long winter is THE PERFECT camouflage. When I stepped into the water, my feet completely disappeared.
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