Isla Mujeres Trip Report-Day Eleven, Part One
We spent lots of time on the back patio of Luna d’Miel on this day for a couple of reasons: 1) the sunrise was gorgeous (would you agree?) and we had new neighbours in the apartments. It is fun to write this months later as Kelly & Peggy are my Facebook friends and I hope to see them on the island in a month or so.
We waited on the airport road for Sister #3 and Dona to pick us up in a cab. We were on our way to visit Fredy and Anna’s breakfast restaurant in the Colonias. Fredy explained how Mel and Alda’s was named for their grandkids Melodie and Aldair.
In the vicinity was a home with a with this uniquely crafted wall. On one side you could see the bottle bottoms but through the curved window, you might be able to see that the entire bottle had been plastered in. Home owners on Isla are so inventive!
Our next stop was to tour Joyce and Bob’s Casitas. I mentioned in a previous post that even though we had just met, we had lots of commonalities between us. The Casitas are so beautiful, carefully decorated and equipped with every convenience you might need for a couple of weeks stay. Can you imagine this view from your bed? I love the stretch of beach, across the road-perfect for beach combing, one of my favourite Isla past times.
Joyce was also kind enough to let us have a peak at their own home-equally gorgeous with little touches that I was particularly fond of.
Our gang on their second floor terrace.
I was especially enamoured by this exquisite tree that was carefully tended in their yard.
We walked around the neighbourhood a bit before heading back to the north.
By the time the sun was lowering in the sky we were on our back into Centro. But those photos and narrative will have to wait for another day.
Kath’s quote: “The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” ― G.K. Chesterton
Love, that is all.
Nicely done. I like hearing about the out-of-the way places. I’m inspired to create a wine bottle wall, but Wisconsin winters may create broken glass from the frigid cold at times.