Tuesday, March 6, 2012

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.