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… Continue reading
With a short day off the boat and Mary with her cane, we decided not to go to far a field once docked. Restaurants, bars, and tons of shops selling stuff nobody needs face on Duval Street. Poking along we noticed interesting architecture of the older homes. We visited the grounds of the oldest residence in town.
Another time we might rent bikes to investigate the 2 by 5 mile long island to see more of the flora and fauna rather than the commercial side of things. Or maybe snorkel with sea turtles. We learned of that possibility over dinner Friday evening with Loren, Renata, Walter, Ida and Natalie.
None of us three – not Roger nor Mary nor I – had ever been on a cruise. We’d picked the four night, five day trip as an alternative to the usual holiday expectations that somehow feel forced.
We did a bit of research online but didn’t really know what to expect. With such a short trip, we figured we couldn’t get too much wrong and went into the experience thinking of it as a teaser to find out whether we’d ever be interested in doing something like this again.
Itinerary:
- Day one – Connecting flight from Manchester, NH to Fort Lauderdale. Transfer to the ship in Miami.
My Golden Retriever Ollie was a personality among us, helping to shape our actions and color our days with spirit and laughter.
I loved him dearly, and can see and feel everything about him from his “smart bump” to the lush, curly fur on his chest and back ridge to his soft, graying face and knotted ear “nerdles” to his long, smooth flank and straw tail. Ollie “one note” made us pay attention and it was always worthwhile.
He was my “Little, big boy” or “Big, little boy” — I never decided for sure… Continue reading
My husband Roger and I have been discussing the act of creation
a lot lately. No, we are not thinking of having children! A bit
late in the game, and I’m not even sure the hardware would
cooperate.
Actually, Roger is a painter and I am a writer. It’s ironic and
sometimes distressing to realize that we use our “gifts” mostly
in service to the work we choose to do for others; Roger through
graphic design and me through writing marketing materials and
coaching. We express our true ourselves to a degree, but the
work is produced for others. It is not the same experience as
[tag]creating a work of art–whether it be it be a painting, a
sculpture… Continue reading
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