Cruisin’ VI

MEXICO!  Costa Maya, the one stop on the tour where . . . we weren’t going to do anything.  No tours, no shopping trips, just kinda hanging around the scene as it existed just off the boat.  It was the most gloriously touristy place on the trip.  Las Vegas meets Disneyworld – though without the rides or the gambling (as far as I could tell).  It probably got a little naughty after nightfall.  We just sort of meandered around, checked out the shops, unsuccessfully tried to find place to sit on the beach, and eventually moved in on a woman with a young child at a restaurant table and just people watched.

[Photographing the photographer.  This is the guy who took the top photo which they then sell back to you for an enormous profit.  But it’s all in the game.]

[The supervisor, with her bad heel and Jami, gets a ride to town.]

[The kids’ room is the one in the middle of the star.  How about that?]

[The walk to town.]

[Always check to make sure the ship is still there when you leave it!]

[A Carnival Line ship was also there.]

[We’re going to beat you!]

[Oh boy!  Stores!]

[Entering commercial world.]

[Jami at the lens.]

[The beach part of commercial world.]

[The Biddies do speak a rudimentary form of amphibian.]

[I think she ordered a set of these for the dining room table.]

[I thought these would look good on The Biddies.  Just a thought.]

[Then we walked “downtown” – a Mayan temple at the end of the road.]

[It was some time around here where public restrooms became an issue.]

[I believe this is where the Mayans crowned their Homecoming Queens.  And the heat and humidity were starting to do strange things to my hat.]

[Never lose sight of your ship.]

[A green iquana, not to be confused with the nightclub on Lake Reno.]

[Mother and daughter did do early morning yoga on the ship.]

[Why it’s always so important to hydrate.]

[I was hoping they’d all get the “Hot Like Me” t-shirt the sales clerk was wearing.]

[Mindful of home – a “going out of business” sign that had probably been up for years based on its wear and tear!  😉  ]

[My kinda guy!  I was so jealous – but then we were in the land of the siesta.]

[The supervisor and the Mayans do a little dance.]

[Rita photo.  I’m acting as the supervisor’s lifeguard.]

[Thousands of people hoping for the perfect tan.]

[We found one beach chair – for the 3 of us.]

[If you wanted to swim with the dolphins . . . ]

[Hey, Jami!]

[Ah, a place in the shade.]

[As the supervised, I was told to get dolphin photos.  I was trying to figure out a way to free them from their uninvited company from Illinois.]




[I believe the way to private beaches.]

[Too much hydrating?]

[Why I had to get The Biddies “home” before sunset!]

[Our neighbor]

[The beach to the right was offlimits – a wildlife area, we presumed.]

[Where we were.]

[Not a lot of topography, which, as George Carlin noted, you can yell in a crowded theatre.]

[Carnivalians checking us out.]

[Adios, Carnival.]

[The Biddies contemplating a future attempt at the water slide.]

[Adios, Costa Maya]

[Carnival escaped.]

[Our passengers returning to ship.  You are told when you leave to be back by a certain time.  If not, well, it’s a long cab ride home.]

[Swimsuits of The Biddies.]

[Back at the Grand Atrium, a young lady music fan found front row seats.]

[Tomorrow, I would show my technique to The Biddies in Cozumel.]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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