Today was the day that Steve Reed met us in Cozumel. He and his husband Dave docked this morning on a cruise ship and Steve walked to our hotel and joined us for breakfast. Before that, though, he began to take pictures so I took a picture of him taking pictures with Bagheera looking on.
It was a very good day.
We drove downtown and stopped for Steve to take a picture of the Ixchel fountain. So I took a picture too.
The Crone goddess of the Maya whose temples were in Cozumel. And then, we drove across the island to see the ruins of the temples. Which are in the jungle.
More ruins and if you look closely you can see an iguana, sunning himself.
Once while Mr. Moon and I were at this park he broke his toe and once we saw an alien and today I got stung on both ankles by some unidentified insect and my ankles and feet are still swollen but not itchy so, whatever.
Steve took lots of pictures of butterflies and birds and we saw a coatimundi and lots of other tourists. Mr. Moon found a long branch and used it for a staff and a jolly and merry Indian man told him that he reminded him of Moses which was awesome.
We drove to the other side of the island, the wild side, and were going to have lunch there but there were so many people (many cruise ships on the island today) that we drove back around to town and had our lunch at Casa Denis.
Lime soup, chips, salsa, guacamole, Dos Equis. Delicious. Two handsome fellas.
We drove Steve back to the ship pier and came home and I took a tiny nap and we got up and I took this panoramic picture of the sunset.
We drove to town, deep in the 'hood to find a restaurant we like. El Moro. Such sweet people. Such good food.
Shrimp Veracruz. I love the decor of El Moro. It has a little bit of everything from Chac Mool
standing watch over the front of the restaurant to romantic paintings on velvet. Scenes of the Maya.
You just can't beat a good velvet painting. I'm sorry.
We had our dinners and then some coconut ice cream with Kahlua and then they bring you a shot of Xtabentun which is a delicious honey liqueur. We ended up having a conversation with another American who was almost as tall as Mr. Moon and whose name was improbably but truly Glenn. But with two "n's".
And now we are back at the hotel and tomorrow we shall have been here a week and I can't fucking believe that. No way. No how. It's been a breath, a nap, a sunset, a meal, another breath, a night's sleep.
The Blue Angel is quiet and it's time for me to wash my face and brush my teeth and get into bed and read for awhile, cuddled up to my husband.
I am glad we got to share a little of Cozumel with Steve. I'm sure he got some beautiful pictures and I can't wait to see them. I feel as transcendent and impermanent as one of the butterflies he captured with his lens in the jungle.
Good night, y'all.