Christmas in Mexico = great times swimming, snorkeling, eating gobs of badly matching food, drinking terrible wine, shopping in vain for the perfect souvenir, painting ceramics, happening upon dear friends from “back home”, perusing ancient Mayan ruins, talking forever and working our evenings around the "entertainment", such as it was. Johanna realized a childhood dream and swam with the dolphins, replete with “dolphin push”. Daniel bombed around Cozumel on a scooter. Maddy’s painted ceramic outshone the ones you could buy. Ed and Nathan rented a boat aiming to find coral. Millie read two books. As for the “all inclusive” part ...... well, we'll let it go as "been there, done that"! Unceasing din. Noisy music piped in everywhere, water aerobic instructors hollering through titanic speakers. A few times Ed and I got to comparing it to Bucharest, where the "house music" whacks away in most public places! I guess the sound of waves and the birds doesn’t quite cut it for the savvy tourist. We did have very good flights, smooth and uneventful except for the Mexican airport guys who tried to tell us that there was no airport in Bucharest. For a minute there, we contemplated telling that to our school board. But we are back, luggage and all, awaiting our next adventure.
