An early day for a lengthy excursion to Chichen Itza. Leaving the ship Joe and I and 30 or so others boarded a “high speed ferry” to Playa del Carmen. A 15 minute “march” through the streets of Playa del Carmen lead by our tour guide Irving and there was a van. Hallelujah!
An estimated two hour and twenty minute ride began. One unplanned rest stop was taken. I’m not sure what was expected, but a van full of 60+ somethings is not going to go two hours and twenty minutes without a bathroom break.
Upon arrival the group made its way through a gauntlet of souvenir stands to the ruins. Quite a sight. And the Mayan history was very interesting. Apparently our visit made the Gods very happy (no human sacrifices were required) as a rainstorm interrupted the tour. We were able to learn about and experience the great pyramid of Kulkulcan, the Temple of Venus and the Temple of Warriors, but missed the ballpark because of the inclimate weather. At first the group waited out the storm but it was relentless and Joe and I found a cerveza under cover.
The group regrouped and headed for lunch at a nearby resort. Margaritas greeted us at the door followed by an outdoor buffet of local specialties.
The return home was interrupted by a backup at a toll booth on the highway. We arrived at the ship as passengers were being loaded for the AzAmazing evening. So I hurried to the room and changed. Joe went for a drink…
I managed to make the last bus to the venue for the AzAmazing evening which was across the street from the port. The performance was a celebration of Mexico’s history from before the written word to modern-day. The vibrant group of performers included dancers and musicians of pre-Hispanic music, mariachis, a professional orchestra and “bird men.” The bird men descend to the ground head first while swinging around a pole. This symbolizes their petition to the gods for good harvests and health for the community. Thank goodness we were permitted to walk home from the Plaza Maya.



A very full day. Two sea days ahead as the ship makes its way to Puerto Limon, Costa Rica.
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