We disembarked from the ship about a mile and half off from where Roger and I thought we remembered we’d seen cruise ships two and half years ago. That made for a total of three miles he pushed his mother Mary’s wheelchair into downtown Cozumel. Oops.
I’m confused. Jimmy Buffet’s Maragaritaville can be found in both Key West and Mexico. More a state of mind than I realized.
We toodled about the main square visiting with locals. With Mary on wheels, we were able to give her a quick overview of the place and to have lunch at La Choza, one of our favorite restaurants. Mary enjoyed her serenade. Alone, we probably would have stayed for hours. We consumed enough guacamole and their unique salsa to hold us until we can get back, but I would have enjoyed another yummy maragarita. Move over Jimmy, these guys make the best.
We popped into a few of the major shops on the main drag and watched a bunch of kids compete at maneuvering complicated sequences on their bikes at the main pier. On one of the back streets, Roger located a couple of intriguing cigars and I popped into a shop to purchase a couple of sun dresses. When I came out, there was a small crowd surrounding Roger and is mother. A local fire fighter had spotted Mary’s blood-stained pant leg. Apparently, she had bumped her leg on the wheel chair foot rest and probably before we ever let the boat. Her thin aging skin took a hit, but a trip to the ship’s medic proved her seaworthy as ever.
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