A Little Slice of Paradise...Finally!

The funny thing about life is that the rough periods make the good times that much sweeter. Mike and I can hardly say life has been rough for us, but it has certainly been interesting and has thrown a curve ball at us. We never anticipated the sexual harrassment that Mike endured from the last owner, or the deceit and the potential danger that we faced with the first boat we were aboard. Our dreams to charter have been halted, but we are confident they aren't completely shattered. We decided that we need a bit of time to regroup and we were fortunate to have hopped off the boat in a little slice of paradise.

Isla Mujeres is a tiny island off the coast of Cancun, Mexico surrounded by the crystal Caribbean turquoise water with a touch of a rugged coast line. The proximity to Cancun brings in a fare number of spring breakers and tourist that regulalry frequent the area, however, we are lucky enough to land there during  the first week of the off season and manage to avoid all of the normal chaos that faintly lingers in the once overcrowded streets. The stark white beaches are dotted with outdoor massage beds and tiny bars with swings instead of stools. The few tourist that are on holiday leisurely putt around the small island in golf carts or mopeds stopping off to indulge in the tasty local food, go for a snorkle, or explore the old Mayan ruins.

Mike and I followed suit and hired our own moped for a day to do a bit of exploring ourselves. At first we were eager to see the Mayan ruins, but when we got there, we were disappointed by the steep entrance fee, the random sculpture park in front of them, and ruins that were likened to the size of a tiny shack. We were more exicted to find the zip line system along the coast of the Nature preserve. It was closed down for the day, but we promised if we brought our own boat back one day we would be sure to spend ample time flying through the sky above the crystal blue sea.

The real highlight of our brief holiday was meeting a fun couple from New Orleans. They had been to the island about six times, so they provided us with tons of insight to places they thought we would enjoy. Being in their fifties, we weren't prepared for the late nights of drinking us under the table that ensued. We had a ball with them and were really thankful for the tasty pomegranate tequila that they introduced us to!

Our time in Isla Mujeres was much needed and appreciated. We had a lovely beach bungalow that we got for an insanely cheap price (thanks to meeting a very influential man on the island) that helped assist in our brief period of R&R. We are excited to bring our own boat Isabella back to the island one dayand spend a bit more time exploring!