We just had such a great time relaxing and eating. It was sorely needed in a time of stress through jobs and church jobs and grey January SLC skies.
The first stop was Cozumel, Mexico, where we rode with random others from the ship in a van to the beach. Most of the others happened to be from Southern Utah. It wasn't too hot, and I saw some fishes in the water without even having to get wet. But most of the time I read an Agatha Christie novel from this hammock.
I also let JB have a turn.
Here we are on the ship.
The second stop was Belize City, Belize. It was overcast and drizzly all day, but that was perfect for what we did. A van driver drove us around the city (he was quite proud of the area and pointed out every school and bank and consulate and food stand), and then he took us out to the Mayan ruins of Altun Ha.
These just fascinated me. To think people lived here so many years ago. We climbed to the top of a couple of them.
Coming down was a little steep for me and the baby peach.
The third and final stop was Roatan Island, Honduras. We never buy a score excursion on board the ship because they are so expensive; we opt to try for a local driver at the port. We made a deal with a guy to drive us around and show us the area. He took us to this viewing area up high. That's our ship and another in the port (almost all their economy is tourism based now, he said, from cruise ships).
I'm sure you recognize by now my old white ratty UV Skinz jacket I wore every day to protect my skin from the sun. JB thinks it's time to retire it.
At that area were lots of booths and tables with people selling things. This 12-year-old boy was such a hoot, and so successful a salesman that JB bought the flute and took a picture with him.
Then our driver took us to West End beach. This was a very nice bay, a beautiful area, not hot, and a nice time.
We said we'd spend about 45 minutes there and the driver said he'd be parked right nearby. We waited 2 1/2 hours, but he never came back. So we think either he thought we wanted to spend all day there, or he took our money and ran, or he tried to go back to the port and get another fare and miscalculated. JB asked a lady at a little hotel on the beach to call the company for us, but nothing came of it -- but she was so nice and drove us back to the ship in her car. We told her about the Church and said to look for any missionaries :)
Two days at sea later and it was Saturday morning and we were back to Houston, where Malcolm and Sandy and Greg picked us up, fed us a kolache (I've never seen them before and I love them), then took us to the airport.
When we called the boys they always sounded great and excited ("We've had pizza every night, mom!" "We just had root beer floats, mom!"). Many thanks to Nona and Papa for taking care of them. I know it wasn't easy. For that one Sunday we were gone, we asked how they did in church. The answer: "Well, three out of the four were good." Read: James was a stinker.