Well . . . for any of those wondering, I am not dead.
I know I haven’t written a blog in weeks . . . months? . . . and the only reason I can give for my lapse is that I have been hard at work finishing my third book. I’m so behind in my writing schedule, I have had to cut some things loose for a while. Like cooking from scratch, grooming, blogging, etc. As a matter of fact, I haven’t tweezed in days. Here I am, sitting in front of my computer.
Then today when I FINALLY logged on, my blog page refused to cooperate with me. Had I neglected my blog so long, it left me for another? Had I entered dementia a decade early and had forgotten how to work my administrator’s page? Was I stupidly clicking on the wrong tab? (Like that’s never happened.)
I emailed Val, the Computer Whisperer, and begged for help. Minutes later my husband’s cellphone rang. Computech of Montana to the rescue! SuperVal was on the line, saying, ‘It works fine for me. I did a test blog and it works. Turn on your computer!’
I did, and this is what I found written in my blog drafts.
This is a test of the Thea broadcasting system. Does it work? Is Thea just wanting attention? Is her computer going? Is she paranoid?
It turns out that it was an update that the computer faeries installed whilst I was sleeping. I had to pry into the computer’s innards via clicks and manually uninstall.
So much for that.
And now, for the blog . . .
For those of you who can’t remember, I had been giving you a belated account of our cruise this last winter. Part 3 was going to be about Cozumel. Quite frankly, Cozumel was so long ago, I cannot remember what happened. We pretty much wandered, avoided spending astronomical amounts of money for trinkets, and ate. A synopsis of my life. Only in Mexico.
However, let me see if I can get this blog on the road.
We parked the Carnival Ecstacy between two larger boats. We? I mean the captain. ‘We’ all waited in the stairwells, sweating while we waited to disembark. My fears at the time? I had none – unless you count the fear of contracting diarrhea from eating a Mexican ice cube.
We showed our passports and were eventually allowed to disembark. That’s when I saw how good a ‘driver’ our captain was. We were THIS CLOSE to the dock . . . And just look at that water!
When we stepped out of the bowels of the ship onto the dock we were given a wonderful photo-op. Apparently we could get our picture taken with a Mayan god for $10.00. Randy recognized him as one of the dining room waiters. (I suppose if he was real god the fee would have been $20.)
The rick-rack embellished senorita photo-op cost extra.
Then we began our loooooong walk down the pier and into downtown tourist Cozumel. (Downtown TOURIST Cozumel is different from REAL Cozumel. Real Cozumel was a mile down the road and isn’t full to the brim with souvenir trinkets. It also isn’t filled with fat white people in shorts.)
Too bad I wasn’t 300 lbs. For a nominal fee, I could have had a young boy tow me into town behind his bicycle.
But I wasn’t. I had to walk with the rest of them. Besides, we didn’t have a nominal fee on us. We were saving up our dollars to buy souvenir trinkets with all the other tourists. Not that we really wanted to. We just couldn’t afford the $100 taxi fee to go somewhere else.
The first thing we did after walking down the pier was rest. We hit Cozumel soil and found the nearest place to sit down. For a fee.
This is the 5-star resort hotel that took the money.
Here we are (or Randy is, for that matter. Someone had to take the picture) beachside, waiting for the middle age fatigue pass.
Of course the guacamole and pina colada helped.
Then, while I rested in a hammock . . .
We found cuban cigar stores . . .
Coconuts on the tree . . .
More Mayan gods . . .
Or not. He might have been a homeless man in need of his lithium.
And we found a restaurant called ‘The Three Amigos’. . .
They served, among other things, margaritas, chips and salsa. And had chamberpots on the tables to hold the napkins and condiments . . .
Also at this restaurant there were water filled tubs where one could sit fully clothed, eating, drinking, or merely enjoying the view. I found this young couple sitting in one of the tubs and asked if I could take their picture.
‘Really?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘And this isn’t my wife.’
‘But that isn’t the worst part,’ he continued. ‘She’s my cousin.’
Okay. Now I knew he was pulling my leg. Especially when his wife burst out laughing.
We heard the signal from the boat, and it was time to head back.
Do you have any of your own vacation stories that you want to share? Remember, to leave a comment, click on the ‘Comments’ tag at the end of this blog, and don’t forget to check out the Photoblog on the right. Just put your cursor over the picture to read the caption, or click on one if you want to leave your comment.
And now, to watch a fun video – click on the link below and watch with the sound up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rynvewVe21Y&feature=related