We had left enough supplies in our kitchen to have one last breakfast around the dipping pool of Luna d’Miel.
The morning began with an overcast sky so that we did not get to enjoy our last sunrise.
But we still love to spend the mornings right by the ocean at Luna D’Miel. We can never get enough of the crystal waters washing in over the coral and sand.
Soon the clouds cleared away and we began one of our departure day traditions-pictures together to show our smiles and suntans.
My handsome guy, poolside.
Sister #3 and Dona come around so that we could give them the rest of our groceries.
This has been our neighbour for two years in a row. She is a master sea glass collector and is just returning from her morning scavenge.
Alas, we had not planned well enough to have any coffee left to brew it in in our apartment, so we both ventured into town for the paper (usually D goes on a solo mission) and coffee.
We decided to go to Due Torri-the new Italian restaurant that we had seen from the street across from the new ferry terminal. We were skeptical at first because the look from the outside was not like anything else on Isla. But we immediately met the owner who took so much pride in getting us our Americano and decaf coffees. We heard the story that he had lived ½ his life in Bologna and the other half in Chappas Mexico. You, my readers, know that when I am not running on and on about Mexico, it is true for Italy. My two favourite culinary places in the world, together under one roof.
So I convinced D to go back for our last lunch on the island. D made his way to Roca Mar to let J2 know that we were in town, to find that The Wee One was still in the swimming pool. In the mean time I had ordered a caprese salad to share and a lobster linguine.
The salad was delicate and the enormous slice of buffalo cheese, beautifully creamy. The chef had attempted to find tomatoes to slice into wheels the same size as the cheese. As a result the smaller roma tomatoes that are typically found and use on Isla were not utilized. These were slightly under ripe which surprised me but they made a tasty plateau for the savoury cheese, basil and oil.
With the salad came a mini baguette served with a delicious pesto butter that we heard the waiter describe to another patron as parsley butter. She (the other patron, that is) was from north England near Scotland and had just arrived on the ferry. The coffee that was served to her was so delicious that she decided to stay for lunch. There were also two Israeli girls at a corner table looking for a close, clean, inexpensive hotel. I recommended Pariso and they seemed pleased. Conversing with the international guests will be no challenge for the owner who is fluent in Italian, French and Spanish. He indicates that he writes English well, but is still rusty with verbalizing his thoughts.
When our shared pasta arrived we were delighted with the subtle tomato sauce and texture of what we guessed were freshly made noodles. The deal of a lobster tail crowning our plate was slightly diminished by its chewiness. But then as we discussed the texture, we realized that we were mistakenly comparing it to fresh north Atlantic lobster which we are more accustomed to where the meat is tender and sweet. The lagosta served in this meal was closer to a cousin of Canadian lobster.
We had discussed buying tortas at Poc Chuc or Pitas from Pita Amore to take to eat at the airport later in the day, but in the end we ordered a pizza with white sauce, parma, pescuitto and arugula. I must have looked funny boarding the ferry. But when we were spending time in the Cancun terminal waiting for our plane departure, we had made surrounding persons pretty jealous by our shared pie. In fact, one guy came over and asked us where we had purchased it (i.e. which vendor in the food court). He was disappointed to hear our answer: Isla Mujeres. The hand made crust was deliciously tender. The arugula, sauce, cheese and ham combination-perfect.
D was sad to be leaving the island but whenever Poppa has the Wee One in his arms, he cannot help but beam!
One last shot of Glamma V with the Wee One.
The last of our many Isla traditions is to meet arriving and departing ferries with a welcome beer. After we used the opener, we tossed it over the ferry edge, where a staff member obliged us by catching it and delivering it back to V who by this time had been joined by Dona and Sister #3.
The sun was still warm and the ferry ride over, perfect (I had stayed downstairs for the trip over and had not enjoyed one of my favourite parts of making the visit).
We were met by our AGI host and everything else surrounding our departure was a breeze.
Kath’s quote: “Life itself is the proper binge.” -Julia Child
Love-that is all.