When my older sister turned 40, she wanted to go on a trip to celebrate. She invited us to go to Disneyland with her. This year was my 40th. I chose to go on a cruise. I had never been and my older sister's husband would never want to go with her so we all decided it would be a great opportunity. And that is exactly what it was.
Here we are in Texas preparing a trio to sing during the karaoke nights. Like true musicians, we spents months picking the right song, making sure they key was right, listening to recordings and adjusting the sheet music to the mp3, and practicing our parts. When we got on the ship, we learned they didn't have that song and couldn't play the file from our cd. We were bummed but improvised by picking a song they had on their system and pulling off a lame but entertaining performance.
Our first day was a sea day from Galveston to Cozumel. We relaxed, ate food we didn't prepare, left our dishes on the tables, participated in a handful of activities they offered on the ship, and giggled our way through the day.
Our first excursion was in Cozumel. We chose to relax at a resort that offered food, relaxing beach time, and snorkeling.
If you read my first snorkeling experience in Miami, you will understand what a miracle it was for me to try again. It was a blast and I can't wait to try it again.
Our second excursion was in Progreso. We found local company that catered a day to what we wanted to do. We had a personal guide that spoke English, had cold drinks in an air-conditioned car, and was a fantastic tour guide.
We first went to the Mayapan ruins. My skin felt like the sun was 12 inches from my face and it was only in the 80s. Boy, my british skin was suffering!
We climed this tower where the "stairs" were bumpy rocks that were much shorter than our Clark feet.
Our guide then drove us to a cenote' (underground spring). I had promised myself that I would swim in the water no matter how nervous I was. When we approached the hole in the ground, I quickly changed my mind. After a few minutes, I realized I'd regret not trying.
It was a very deep cave and we had to climb down these rotted "pirate cave" stairs.
Proof!
No, I didn't like it.
After the cenote, we drove to this woman's house were she had prepared a lunch of pork tacos. Her home was clean and welcoming and I realized how lucky I am and how luxurious my life is. (I really wanted to try her homemade salsa but we had been warned to stay away from any food that hadn't been cooked.)
This was our guide, Guilmer. The poor guy had to drive us around, all day, and listen to our non-stop jabbering.
Our last day was another day at sea. We enjoyed more games, karoake, food, relaxation, and plenty more giggling.
Parting is such sweet sorrow!
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