We rented a golf cart and took off at the speed of wind (a very slow wind that barely rustles leaves) around the island. Isla Mujeres is small and luckily we did not run out of gas or electricity or cow manure, whatever it was that made that cart go. I thought about the kind of people who retire to places like this. There was nothing there to bother you, but then again there was no place to buy comfortable underwear or decent groceries either. It is a different lifestyle than I have ever experienced and it intrigued me.
We made it all the way to Punta Sur (or the Southern Point for you non-Spanish speakers) and there was a really nice sculpture garden with amazing views of the ocean. Here's a taste:
Then we got back on our semi-trusty golf cart and made our way back. We decided to walk around a little big and found this very out of the way little cafe where we stopped for a late lunch.
I had tacos and a pina colada and in addition to an enchilada, Jennifer consumed one of these puppies:
We pondered snorkeling before we left, but Jen proclaimed "a few more sips of this margarita and we can snorkel in the pool and I'll still see all kinds of cool fish." So we came back across on the ferry and now we're resting up for a big day of Mayan ruins tomorrow.
Excruciating
How we missed the golf cart's breeze
Standing by the sea
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