Thundering clouds are passing through, each one dropping a bucket of water without warning before all goes quiet again. Maybe that's just life on this Western Caribbean island in late May, but it's new to us. A lot of things here are. In this post, I'm going to throw some of those new and disparate experiences your way without any through line to tie them together!
We've settled into such a slow-paced routine. We have a local departamento. (The kind where you walk in to a green courtyard, have a large, clean space, and people give you a pleasant "¡hola!". Or the kind where you can't flush paper down the toilet and you have to flip a switch in the bathroom to turn on hot water. It's a half empty/full sorta thing for you americanos).
Nap in the hammock, walk or jog to the store (la Mega), wander around town, grab tacos, come home, nap some more. Work fits in there somewhere, too.
I don't want this to become another foodie travel journal, but it's hard not to share at least some of our culinary favorites. We've made friends with the taco cart. On this day, they served us egg & chaya and steak & potatoes (they also make a killer cheese & potato).
And the churro man. He showed us that real Mexican churros = wow.
Of course, as anyone who's put Cozumel on their travel itinerary knows, it's just as much about the underwater scene as anything else. So let me share some snorkeling, starring Sergeant Major and friends.
And more snorkeling.
Man, these lucky cruise people sail in almost every day for vacation. Oh, wait, all they do is walk around town and go snorkeling, just like us! But then they have to leave at the end of the day!!
We may have unintentionally adopted a reptile, who now lives underneath the bedside end table. His quirky living situation earned him the name Subdesk. Subdesk has been around for weeks now.
Cozumel gave us some work surprises, too. Nothing crippling, just headscratchers. One laptop didn't like the wifi (or vice versa), so we went out to buy a cable (that's kah-blay round these parts). We need to access the US versions of certain major websites, but here these redirect to the local (.mx) pages. Some dozen workarounds later, we're good to go.
I'll leave you one last taste of the place: this song plays all morning as the local gas truck drives around. You know it's nearby when the song gets louder, so you can run out to grab yourself a tank.