Cozumel – The Tourist Island

Today we landed at the island of Cozumel, which seems to exist only for tourists. The philosophy here feels like “Experience Mexico in four hours.” Tequila, tacos, and taxis for tourists.

At the coral reef monument on Cozumel.

Mr. Hot Stuff and I went and did a “Cooking Excursion.” It was fun and the food was delicious, although the woman teaching it could not fathom how someone could survive if they were allergic to corn. I agree that Mexican food without corn is not quite the experience you might hope for, but there are parts of Mexico that eat flour tortillas and they enjoy their food as well. 😏

First shop for the food.

Then cook it.
Learning how to prepare nopales. Don’t get poked by the cactus!
Making green salsa.
Red snapper with achiote marinade.

We wandered the shopping on the island for a little while and then came back to the ship a little early. I’m being extra careful about the sun exposure I get right now because of some of the antibiotics I was on last month.

Maybe she was from the old schooner in the bay.
Food for everyone!

Last night I finally did not have any strange mishmash dreams of Lehi’s dream and my own Pinocchio Pleasure Island experience. It was actually restful and I didn’t want to get up this morning. But when I did, I discovered cute towel animals all over the ship (mainly by the pool). Someone(s) put a lot of time into making this a trip with fun surprises in it.

I have some pages from my Book of Mormon journal edition that I don’t have a lot to say about. My brain is drawing a blank on thinking hard today so these pages may remain like this unless something jumps out at me later. (And it might, I’ve just got nothing right now.)

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