Puerto Morelos

SL with her Newest Friend at the Habanero.

Our "Local" the Habanero"

Our Cat Popcorn

Sweet Lorraine at the Dock.

George - Our Pet Iguana

If you read the last post in our adventure, you will be interested to note the result of our hubris with respect to the weather. It has been cloudy and rainy since.

We remain undaunted, still taking our walks for miles along the beach, exploring the locale, meeting new friends and appreciating the fact that we are not trudging through snow.

We have two pets – George the Dragon, an iguana, and Popcorn, the cat who has adopted us with all of the eagerness of an NFL scout chasing RGIII.

George joins us most days for lunch – he LOVES bananas – and Popcorn cries pitifully each night until we let her in, upon which she eats the fish which has somehow appeared in her dish, drinks her milk of equally mysterious origin, then cheerfully climbs into our bed to join us for her beauty sleep.

Puerto Morales (PM to the initiated) is the mosquito capital of the world. They have discovered my blood in much the same way as a kindergarten class might taste ice cream or chocolate for the first time. We come home each night absolutely covered in very, very itchy bites. Want to make these little buggers laugh? Show them your Deep Woods Off... I swear that I saw a swarm of them carrying little tiny placards that said “Menu” at the top, with such items as “Cream of John's Ankle”, and “Chateauneuf de John” written in disquieting blood red.

Still, we love this place and are already booking next winter here.

One of the things that makes PM special is the music scene and the attitude of all the musicians here. One of our favourite restaurants is Habaneros, where there is live music almost every night, but I will detail some of that in my next post.

A great massage on the beach is $16 for 30 minutes. The bus costs 40 cents. Happy hour features beer for a buck each, and you can have a terrific fish dinner with drinks and wine for under $50.