Charlie has demanded more about the trip to Cancun. I'm not really sure what more to say! It was stunningly beautiful. The Mexicans are more relaxed than we are about nearly everything (which is actually quite enjoyable). I was fascinated by the language and it aroused in me a great desire to dust off my Spanish and really master it.
It may sound silly, but I wasn't looking at the jungle on our trip to Chichen Itza. I was looking at whatever road signs appeared. Salida - that must be exit. Returno - a u turn spot. And I can't for the life of me remember the word for seat belt, but it took a bit of seeing the sign (no icons on the signs, by the way) to connect the word with cincture and then it made sense. It was centuro de securidad or something like that, I believe.
Listening to the language was hopeless. The words flew by at such a pace that there was no way to take them in. But it was fun to speak what little we could to the staff:
Mas cafe, por favor! : )
No, no leche. Negro.
So, for a language buff it was a hoot and a half that way.
What did we do? Aside from the daylong trip to Chichen Itza with the opportunity to swim in that enormous sinkhole (Cindi, Deb, and Doug took the plunge while I took the pictures), we also went out one morning on "an ocean safari." That was 55 minutes of riding wave riders (my favorite part) and then snorkeling at the barrier reef (second largest in the world). I did not enjoy the snorkeling very much because I am not a terribly good swimmer, and I couldn't get the mask to stop leaking and continued to get salt water in my breathing tube. Nasty! But I DID get to see some beautiful purple fish, and some fish that were white with a stunning yellow stripe on the back, and some boring fish that looked just like the coral. As I looked at the fish I remember thinking how UNREAL they looked - just like Nemo in the cartoon.
The rest of the time was really devoted to swimming in that beautiful gulf - how can any water be such a color!; swimming in the pools; laying out in the sun; and enjoying way too many tropical fruit drinks. I think our new discovery was the Mango Margarita. That was very good.
That's about it. Oh, at Chichen Itza, the guide was very entertaining, but I was not at all convinced by his account of the Mayans. I bought a book there by a Spanish bishop who had lived among them in the 16th century and recorded their current life and oral traditions about their past. THAT is a fascinating read.
That's about it, Charlie et al.