March18
There are many topics that I could write about today but I choose to start my recollections of our wonderful time on Isla Mujeres. This is the snowy scene outside my window at this moment. This is a good day to think tropical thoughts….
From my journal:
“Feeling wonky, as is sometimes the case on arrival day as I had to be up at 4 am and of course I didn’t have the best sleep. The flight went quite quickly: got some work done and watched Argo. Cancun was a zoo! Wasn’t on Isla until 1:15 ( I think Donna said) and that was with no waiting for the ferry. Just long enough to for me to buy everybody a beer for the ferry ride over.”
I get such a kick out of the ferry ride to Isla that this year, I crossed an extra couple of times, just to savour the trip more often.
We knew that Jill from Casa el Pio would be waiting for us, so we quickly pulled out bags over and then headed right out again to meet Sister #2 and Miquel for lunch before they headed in the direction of Punta Sur to their little beach place. With an easy consensus, the meeting place was Bally Hoo for our traditional first lunch of fish and chips and inaugural island cervezas.
Sister #2 had coconut shrimp.
Sister #3: fish tacos.
And I, fish and a fantastic little salad. Bally Hoo is perched on stilts right in the water, adjacent to the docks where the sport fisherman tie up their boats and clean their catch. Perhaps this is why their fish is the freshest I have ever tasted, literally sparkling in your mouth.
My first view of “fisherman’s” beach from Bally Hoo. Ah Isla, I have returned…..
We stopped in at the grocery store on the way home to pick up some supplies for the room: milk for my morning coffee, yoghurt for breakfast, more cervezas for any time of day and a Chilean Merlot that I had never sampled before. It was so good, that the entourage of vinto tinto drinkers that accompanied me, stocked up too and for a while, the grocery store was sold out.
Casa el Pio would be home for the first half of my stay.
I love the crisp white and blue of the casa. It reminds me of the Greek islands.
As my roommate settled in, I had my first walk around the seawall
and then to take in the lengthening shadows of the palms by the naval base.
Dinner that night was at Brisa Mexicana so we could watch the Oscars.
Breaded fish.
Seafood pasta.
I saw that they had pork chops on their surf and turf menu and they were kind enough to accommodate my request for them. But who was I kidding? They were tasty enough, but could not come close to Fredy’s 2 bone pork chop which I was craving. I took half home for a next day sandwich. Casa el Pio has a little fridge for left overs, that is also stocked with welcome cervesas and a shot of tequila! They generously provide the coffee and filters for a great cup of joe, too.
But not surprizingly, we didn’t last long. Fairly soon after the best supporting awards, we decided to head back to our cozy beds. I thought that we might possibly be able to watch a live stream of the rest of the award show, but it really did not matter. We were tired, but more than that: we were anxious for sleep so that we could wake up to our full first day on the island.
Kath’s quote: “There is poetry in a pork chop to a hungry man (person).”- Philip Gibbs
Love-that is all.