I don’t like the taste of alcohol, but I was determined to try some drinks this holiday.
And our first stop was Costa Maya, Mexico. There were bars everywhere. So we choose a good place to hang out???
I plumped for a pina colada.
I hated it.
Chris had to down mine and his margarita, whilst I had the only male masseur give me a relaxing massage on the beach.
Now this was all after Chris had decided to hire a boat to take him out to the reef for a spot of snorkelling. A family of Americans joined him and at some spot I agreed to go along for the ride.
What was I thinking. I was in real agony and I ended up having to stand on a rocking boat for an hour, alone. If I had known we were going to be right next to the reef ,with the full force of the waves hitting the boat. I would never had gone. It took all my strength to keep my breakfast down and to stand.
I must admit, I just wanted to cry. I even debated trying to jump in the water, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to climb back in the boat. It was the longest hour of my life.
Then after our adventures on land, we returned for a siesta and got dressed for the Captains Formal dinner. I was too tight to keep paying $20 for every photo they took of us.
So, I was very sneaky and took pictures of the pictures. The middle line of photos are of the 6 of us at our table. Poor Chris was the only male.
and then we returned to our cabin to be greeted by this spot of towel art.
Every night we’d go back to the cabin to see what creature was there to greet us.