Last days are always hard; soaking in the final bits of your destination before you head back home to reality. We took in as much of the island as possible. One really cool part of this last day was sitting on a second story balcony of a little Mexican cantina watching the super bowl in Spanish on the TV while watching carnaval parades on the streets below during commercials. Well this was cool until the following morning. I knew not to drink the water in Mexico. It’s a well known fact that the water is not at all drinkable. This was ingrained in my brain. Little did I know that the ice in my drink at dinner while watching the super bowl (and carnaval) was not filtered. I woke up the next morning stupid early to the sound of an alarm feeling all kinds of horrible. I didn’t realize right away what was wrong with me. I literally vomited my way back to the U.S. I threw up in the airports multiple times and had to repeatedly jump out of the customs line to run to the bathroom to vomit. When in the United States customs line, you see signs everywhere stating all these different symptoms and their related diseases. I made sure to force my happy face when getting to the front of the VERY long customs line in the U.S. I did not what them to suspect anything strange. I just desperately needed to get home to my bed. Needless to say, it was the worst travel experience I’d ever had. After thinking it through and talking to a few people who had traveled to Mexico, we narrowed it down to that one glass of ice.
Isla Mujeres was quaint, authentic and breathtakingly beautiful. I would go again in a heartbeat but will NEVER have ice in my drink again! Adios!
The snorkel trip had a very interesting beginning. We went to what we thought was the dive shop that I booked the trip with. After several back and forth trips and stringing us along, we found out that this dive shop was not who we booked with. They were apparently trying to scam us into booking with them instead. Luckily, a sweet lady that represented our dive shop, Isla Mujeres Trips, called our hotel to say that we were late to check-in but they would wait on us. When getting on the boat we were a bit surprised to be the only English speaking people. Our tour guide didn’t even speak any English. Yikes! Steve and I looked at each other and said, “well this is going to be an interesting trip!” After a bit of time, we found out that a young Spanish couple on the boat lived in New York and could speak English so they translated the important stuff. Thank God!
This was the only day I had actually booked ahead to do an excursion. The only thing that I didn’t want to miss was MUSA, an underwater art that lies between the shores of Cancun and our little island. I have to admit that I half heartedly booked the trip not expecting to see much. Because we are not certified divers, we could only snorkel and the museum was 30 feet beneath the surface. I thought we would be able to see hints of the sculptures at best. Man, was I ever wrong. The beautiful water had certainly impressed me the first day, but that was nothing compared to our snorkel of the museum. When jumping off the boat, the first set of sculptures were the grouping of statues. The statues were so visible and clear from 30 feet that we could see the details of their faces. It was so clear, I felt like I was in 5 feet of water. AMAZING! From there we went on to see the VW bug sculpture and the sculptures of people in prostrate form.
Even though the snorkel trip was MUCH colder that I liked, it was all worth it. I love snorkeling and have seen many reefs but this snorkel trip took the cake. It was by far the prettiest and most memorable trip of all time. We ended the day at a restaurant (with the wavy pier) for a nice fish dinner.
Day two was shaping up to be a fairly cloudy and somewhat chilly day so we rented a golf cart and toured the island. Isla Mujeres is so small that you can see the entire island in 2 hours via golf cart. How cool is that? We set out on the adventure with no agenda in mind (quite unusual for me). There is almost no possible way to get lost since there is only one road that goes around the island (with ocean views, I might add). We rode in the golf cart and simply stopped when we saw something of interest; a roadside restaurant with a very unstable “wavy” pier, intriguing B & B with the best piña colada I’ve ever had, random reggae bar with a live band, beautiful rocky oceanside views and a surprisingly colorful and beautiful cemetery (never thought I’d think of a cemetery in that way). It was the best day and I fell more in love with this beautiful little island and the golf cart driver. 😉
After a flight, a shuttle and a boat ride, we landed on this tiny island just off the coast of Mexico. Isla Mujeres was all that we thought it would be and maybe even a bit more. I was immediately taken by the views. I assumed all the pics online were touched up but I was completely wrong. The water was a bright, crystal clear, fluorescent, turquoise dream; amazing! We were ready to start the “becoming 40” celebration.
Today is the last day to be in my 30’s. Overall, this decade was pretty good to me. I was much wiser, made better decisions and accomplished more goals than in my 20’s. My 20’s was a decade of navigating a new marriage, having babies, finishing college and starting a career. They were years of indecisiveness and uncertainty but they were the building blocks for what was to come. My 30’s was a decade of accomplishment; moving 1,000 miles, pushing the career envelope and it paying off (thank God!), raising one child successfully to adulthood, getting another to a successful place in high school and establishing a very happy marriage. The 30’s was also a decade that drew me much closer to God which has made all the difference in my life.
I have been told that the 40’s are even better; that life begins at 40. Well, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be to take it on. I’m excited to see what this next decade will bring.
I graduated from high school in 1994. Yep, I’ve officially been out of high school for 20 years now. Seriously, where did the time go? I’ve been reflecting on the past two decades of my life. I got married at the young age of 20 to my high school sweetheart. My 20’s were spent doing marriage, college, having babies and starting a career all at the same time. It was a whirlwind and went by really fast. When I turned 30, we picked up our family and moved 1,000 miles away to start a new life. Starting over somewhere new brought its own set of crazy life activities.
So, here I am nearing the ever feared (by most) age of 40. Most of the time it seems as if I have woken up from a dream and suddenly I’m almost 40, my oldest is almost an adult and my son is nearing his high school years. When reflecting back, it seems like a movie where you see the highlights and suddenly your at the end of the movie and it’s only been a couple of hours.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had an amazing life. I am truly blessed. As a child my grandmother used to warn me saying that your life flies by so fast and the older you get the faster it goes. Man, was she right. Where in the world did the time go? It seems as if I should still be 25. Most of the time I feel 25. Hey, I guess that’s a good thing, right?