Costa Maya

When we went to our cabin Sunday night, it was cold, windy, and rainy.  The winds built up some impressive waves that rocked the boat like a Grandma in her rocking chair.  Personally, I love the rocking, but then I've never had a problem with motion sickness.  One first-time cruiser, Troy, told me later that he was afraid the whole cruise would be like that.  He spent a rough first night.  You can recognize those prone to motion sickness by the little patch behind their ear.

I was up early the next morning; one of the best things about cruising is watching the sun rise over the water.  When I stepped out on the deck, sweet warm air hugged me and I knew we had made it to the tropics.  Monday was spent at sea, most of it on the deck with a book. Life is good.

On Tuesday, we arrived in Costa Maya early.  What's not to love about a town with pink buildings?

Some were painted orange to match the flowers out front.

We stayed close to the port, where there were shops and dancers and music and a nice beach to sit on.

Our home away from home, sitting there waiting for us like a patient mother.

There are coconut trees everywhere.  Unfortunately, the cruise people won't allow you to bring any on the ship.

One shopkeeper surprised me when he asked if I was a millionaire.  I laughed and said, "Are you kidding me?" Later, I thought that in a country where the average income is $4000 a year, anyone on a cruise ship might seem prosperous.  After assuring him that I was far from a millionaire, I made his day by paying $10 for a pair of earrings.

Come back tomorrow and we'll go to Belize.