Our Sun Country flight from Detroit Metro to the Cancun airport was once again on time and uneventful.

After four round trips to Cancun with them, we consider Sun Country to be one great charter company. The sky in Cancun was overcast and would remain so during most of our vacation. But it wasn't raining and we were on our way to Isla Mujeres - that tiny, delightful and wonderfully romantic island we both love.

So who cares that the weather wasn't right? WE were right, and that was enough for us. Through customs and that whole ball-of-wax and we're out of there. Bought our tickets to Puerto Juarez ($10usd) in that little booth located to the right just before leaving the building for the vans, buses and cabs. We have heard that cabs are not used for taking tourists from the airport but frequently saw them taking passengers from the airport to wherever they wished to go, while we patiently - and then after about a half hour of waiting - impatiently awaited a van to transport us to Puerto Juarez. Then we got on, saw the fancy hotels during our ride to Puerto Juarez, caught the ferry to Isla Mujeres.

and arrived with all sorts of happy thoughts in our minds. As luck would have it, these thoughts would be representative of our vacation. We loved what was to come, although, of course, we didn't know for sure that this is the way it would be.

We arrived at our hotel hoping to have a room. Thanks to a friend of ours who stayed there the previous week (and whom we missed seeing by just a couple of hours) we had it. He was so taken by the room we had asked him to save for us that he ended up staying there himself. He had the guts to go there alone. My Honey Judi might have what it takes for that sort of "go-it-alone" adventure, but not me. Going to stick my neck out here and say that I don't think she wants to be there without me, either, even if she is beautiful and crazy about Oliver, Sergio and Arnoldo - and probably a few other guys she didn't bother telling me about. Lucky me!

We got our room

in our preferred hotel,

settled in, and immediately headed for the beach, which begins right across the street where is located the Velazquez restaurant.

We, sans sandals so we could feel that terrific white sand, walked north on the beach called Playa Caribbean (past numerous luscious topless ladies) to where you can no longer walk north, turn right (the only way you can go and still be dry), and were now on our favorite beach, Playa Norte. We walked Playa Norte to the end where is located ZaZil-Ha, Na Balam's beach-bar restaurant, and ordered some Dos Equis (Judi may have gotten one of those fancy lady's drinks) and Guacamole.

We're happy as all-get-out. The Guacamole here is superb, no doubt about it. Walk as far to the east on Playa Norte as you can go, and you are there. Easy. The shape of the beach at this point has changed considerably since our visit in March, not either worse or better - it's just different, that's all.

During our walk we noticed how much cleaner (seaweed free) was Playa Caribbean than Playa Norte. This was totally unexpected and unlike our earlier visits when both beaches were very clean. It was later explained to us that Isla has been experiencing terrific winds for about three weeks, the wind blowing in from the Northeast, which results in continuous large waves pushing seaweed onto the beach. We saw Na Balam employees out on that corner of Isla everyday trying to keep it weed-free. They were fighting a losing battle. Until those high winds stop, Playa Norte will remain this way. We didn't see many people swimming on Playa Norte, as most of those who wanted to get into the water were on Playa Caribbean, as it was much cleaner and had calmer waters. During past visits, people preferred Playa Norte for everything. Not this time. Even then, the only time we spent on Playa Caribbean was when walking to Playa Norte so that we could enjoy lying in the sun (which remained usually unseen above an almost continuously overcast sky) and partake of the offerings of ZaZil-Ha and Buho's. But, Hey! We're on Isla Mujeres, our Favorite Place in the Whole World, it's beautiful and warm as all get out even with the wind, so who's to complain? We spent the evening checking out downtown stores (always fun)

and had dinner at Daniel's. I ordered my favorite and always delicious Fish Fingers, while Judi had Chicken Shiskabob. Both meals were so large that even though we loved it we couldn't finish them. I'm used to seeing Judi do that, but not me. Of course we couldn't take them home to stick in the fridge and microwave later, 'cause we had none of those things down there. So, sadly (and me shocked at my lack of intestinal fortitude to eat the rest of that great food), sat and watched the waiter carry it away. Daniel's comes highly recommended, folks. Eat there and enjoy! The day was without rain, for which we thank our lucky stars, but it did rain that night while we were sleeping.

Staying in bed late - which became a regular thing with us (aren't vacations great?) - we got up, did what you do before going anywhere, and headed for the Red Eye Cafe for breakfast and to visit with the owners, Inge and Gus, whom we knew from earlier times.

When approaching the restaurant we saw Gus on the sidewalk, where he usually positions himself, talking with passersby with the thought in his mind, we're sure, that perhaps they will stop in for breakfast and conversation. Judi, as usual, yelled out to him, "We're looking for a good place to eat! Do you know where we can get a good meal?" She's absolutely delightful that way, but guess maybe you gotta hear her say it to understand. Gus understood. He pointed to customers eating his delicious food and said, "Ask these people!" We, of course, didn't need to ask them. We already knew. It's sort of a game we have going with him, but has not yet resulted in our getting a free meal. But hey, tomorrow is a new day! We stopped in, had whatever we had that morning - it really doesn't matter, 'cause everything's delicious - and talked with them. Seems they did not go a short time ago to Isla Holbox as we had been informed, but simply took the time off, which is something they do every year at that time because it's slow and a good time for them to take a much-deserved break. This coming January they will have been in business on Isla for four years. They got started, strangely enough, because a friend some years ago commented on how good Inge's potato salad was and that she "ought to open a restaurant and sell this stuff." Inge and Gus thought about this for a while. A travel agent told them about Isla Mujeres. The Red Eye Cafe is the result. They started out on Isla part-time, traveling between their home-country of Canada and Isla, eventually sold everything and moved to live all the time on this magnificent island. This was a very enjoyable, educational and enlightening conversation.

We then bid them "adios" and moved on for the day.

We once again headed for Playa Norte (get used to this), and after spending some time on the beach in front of ZaZil-Ha headed for Buho's to see how their Guacamole compared with what we had yesterday at ZaZil-Ha. Before we go any further, let us admit our mistake in previously reporting that Buho's is next-door to ZaZil-Ha. It isn't, but is instead about 100 feet or so to the west of ZaZil-Ha. Close enough, but no cigar. We all win, though, so who cares about a few feet? Remember, this is Isla Mujeres! All is well in paradise.

Although Buho's Guacamole is also delicious, in our opinion it takes second place to that served at ZaZil-Ha, since the beach-bar at Na Balam seems to serve an additional bowl with something-or-other (chopped red tomatoes?) that is just enough to give it the edge. No matter. Both places serve great food!

Although it may seem contrary to what we have previously indicated - that ZaZil-Ha is our favorite beach-bar on Playa Norte - we must now change our minds and tell you that Buho's has become our favorite up there. This is not to say that ZaZil-Ha is nothing - or even in second place - since we still found ourselves spending our "sunning and drinking" time at ZaZil-Ha. But when it comes to interacting with others, Buho's is the place to be. Lots more people there at all times of the day and night than were at ZaZil-Ha. If we are to compare, the crowd at Buho's was almost always several years younger, on average, then those visiting ZaZil-Ha. Although we supposedly belong with that older crowd at ZaZil-Ha, we felt that we fit in better with the younger folks at Buho's.

That night we had dinner at Amigos, the restaurant where in March we happened to run into Sami, that lucky lady who stays on Isla for several weeks every year and who is destined to spend about three months there beginning next month. Lovely lady! Delightful she is, too! She knows everything there is to know about Isla, so should you be lucky enough to meet her...enjoy! For dinner at Amigos we had Garlic Shrimp. Wonderful! Delicious!

After dinner we went to the town square where they had spent much of yesterday, last night and today building a stage (forgot to tell you we went there last night, too), and a young "pop" band was doing it's thing. The young ladies of Isla dress to the hilt and always look exceptionally nice. Even Judi agrees with me on this (and didn't kill me when I commented on how nice so many of them looked). After listening to the band and watching the people for a while,

we entered the church, looked it over again, quickly realized nothing was happening there, proceeded to the boardwalk on the east side of the square, walked it's entire length and more. It was very windy on the east side, the water and waves being the most beautiful either of us had ever seen. Then we returned home, calling it a night.

There was no rain yesterday or last night, even though it was overcast for most of the time. It was always very warm, but not uncomfortably so, and windy, particularly on the east side of Isla.

We might mention that there is a rooster near our hotel that invariably starts doing it's thing, sometimes beginning at about 3:30 AM. It's interesting how quickly this was no longer a problem for us, just like the noisy ceiling fan in our room. We quickly became accustomed to these new realities of ours. One pleasant surprise was there being a television in our room. Sometimes when in our room we would have it turned to CNN and were therefore able to keep up with the world's news.

We get up, pull back the curtain, and notice the sun attempting to peek through the clouds. Great! We get ready (brushing teeth using bottled water is no fun, and trying to juggle all this stuff while brushing dentures is an experience to be avoided if at all possible). We once again head up to the Red Eye Cafe for breakfast.

This time with my eggs I also have the German Potato Salad that Judi raves about. I now know why she likes it so much. Delicious! During breakfast while talking with Inge we learn she is soon going to have cataract surgery to be performed by a doctor to whom she was directed by Dr. Michael K. Mcfall in Cancun. She says "Dr. Mike" is the best.

After breakfast we headed back to our hotel, first stopping by that very colorful cemetery to once again try to find the (maybe) burial spot of Fermin Mundaca. Couldn't find it, so asked two workmen who were there repairing an old ladder whether they knew, but they didn't understand English and we don't understand Spanish. The result is that we still don't know where he is. We heard that his burial spot is actually in Merida, anyway.

After enjoying visiting with friends on our hotel's huge porch,

we once again walked along the water up to ZaZil-Ha's, rented two chairs and one of those natural umbrella things for 60 pesos for the day and settled in. Our laid-back vacationing lifestyle may not be to the liking of many of you, but for us - hey - this is the way we most enjoy it! We're in heaven! We suppose that by now you notice a sort of pattern developing. We're loving this doing nothing.

Up there on Playa Norte, local people - and sometimes very young children - frequently come around asking if you would like to buy this or buy that. We saw some of them so many times that you would think they would get the hint after a while, but they keep on trying. Have to give them credit for not easily giving up. Wherever we went on the beach or in town, we would sooner or later run into the same sellers of things. They must walk a million miles a day. Our favorite of these people is a young man named Arnoldo.

He speaks good English, sells good stuff and has become our friend. But since we didn't buy anything from him during this visit, perhaps he doesn't view us as warmly as we view him. We suspect he does, though.

Several mangy-looking dogs roam around Playa Norte, too - not in packs, but either alone or with a "pal" or two. We never felt in danger and learned that if you want them to go away just ignore them and they move on. Feed them and you have friends for life. We suggest not feeding them. They won't starve, as we saw ZaZil-Ha employees throwing them scraps of food. That's probably why they hang around up there.

A few sprinkles came down, so we headed inside ZaZil-Ha, ordered some Guacamole and drinks. Their happy hour is from 3 to 5. Guacamole is terrific. Drinks are drinks. We then headed to Buho's for their happy hour, which runs from 3:30 to 5:30. Now at Buho's you don't pay the bartender during happy hour; instead you go to this little shop a short distance away and purchase tickets for the drinks you want and take them to the bartender. Buho's has two beach-bars, side by side, and for the first of the happy hours you take your tickets to the bar named La Barra de Kin and during the second hour the tickets are taken to the bar named Mexican Sunset. Strange arrangement, this is, and confuses lots of people, but the bartender, Sergio, explained to us why they do it this way.

He's a terrific guy. His explanation made sense to us. (And, besides, Judi was already in love with him). I had to be cool, had to look interested - and must have done it right, 'cause she left with me. Lots of fun, young and interesting people here (and in a couple of cases, downright beautiful young ladies to die for), including a young man with the largest nose ring we have ever seen. Different strokes, we guess. Got Judi a Buho's shirt, but they didn't have my size. Maybe next time.

That night we had Garlic Shrimp at the Velazquez Restaurant. The Velazquez Garlic Shrimp was delicious, just as we expected it would be. This restaurant, by the way, is somehow connected with fishing services where you go out hoping to catch something (I caught a Barracuda a couple years ago), and then this place cooks it and you have a wonderful, tasty meal. I had eaten at this restaurant back then, but at the time had not taken notice of it's name.

We headed for town, expecting to see flooded streets. We did. Almost knee deep. Notice the delightful couple who stopped to pose for us, while they were traipsing through that stuff.

Quite an experience this was for us. Our heaven was flooded! People in good moods all over the place. For them, this is nothing new. For us, it was. We took eight rolls of pictures during our visit to Isla and expect to one day have a good many of them on whatever website we set up.

Went "home" to prepare ourselves for our next, hopefully, laid-back day. Heaven is nice.

For breakfast this morning we decided to visit The French Bistro Francais.

Many Isla restaurants have seating both inside and outside and frequently there is no wall separating the two areas - either you're under some type of roof or you're not. Very open and fun. Breakfast was once again delicious.

We walked to the town square where lots of residents and tourists were talking and just quietly enjoying life and then headed over to the boardwalk (it's actually concrete) to walk and enjoy the view of the most beautiful white, blue and rough water we have ever seen. We later walked up Playa Caribbean to Playa Norte and did our usual thing at ZaZil-Ha's and Buho's.

Dinner was at Rolandi's and delicious. Great weather all day, although overcast much of the time. We checked out the Hotel Carmelina. Not bad for eighteen bucks. We wandered the streets in the evening as usual, had a good time, and returned home to get ready for what we hoped would be our day to tour the island on the golf-cart.

While getting ready for another wonderful day in Our Favorite Place in the Whole World we noticed some tiny ants enjoying their short lives on top of the other bed, so contacted the person in charge who promptly had the bedding changed and sprayed. Those poor critters never saw it coming. We would be gone all day and hoped the strong odor would be gone by the time we returned.

This morning we returned to the Red Eye Cafe for breakfast and conversation. Delicious, as usual. We waited until this day to rent a golf-cart because we had hoped the weather would get better - you know, blue sky for a change - but since it doesn't seem to be happening we better take advantage of what we have, instead of risking it raining for the rest of the week. After all, we no longer have a whole week to be down here.

We rented our cart from Prism, a place on Rueda Medina located immediately south of the Posada del Mar hotel. $32 for the day - my best price ever on one of those things.

Of course, it was already about 11 o'clock, so maybe I got took. We returned to our hotel, got stuff, headed south. The sky looked as it had throughout our vacation - we never knew what would happen next. Maybe sprinkles...maybe a downpour...but usually nothing more than an overcast sky.

We head south on the west-side of Isla, taking in all there is to see. The people are so friendly, frequently waving to us and smiling. We get to this junction by where the Mundaca thing is located, notice the entrance has been painted, or at least something about it is different, drive on by, 'cause we've already been there and know there's no reason to return. We pause for a few minutes to take in the new El Garrafon, what little can be seen from the road. Driving by this place makes us feel almost as though we are next to a prison wall, can't see anything at all except for the ticket booth.

We walk into the entrance a little bit further than allowed, notice some looks that say, "Where do you think you're going?" take some pictures and jump back onto our cart. Practically nobody there. Although others will differ, it's ruined as far as I'm concerned. It was so much more natural before these expensive changes. No question but that big-business has come to our beloved Isla. I didn't go to El Garrafon much anyway, so this doesn't really matter to me - just does something inside, I guess.

The south end - Punta Sur - used to be my favorite place on Isla. Our first indication that major changes have been made was the wide concrete road going back to the trail. It used to be you either walked or had a rather adventurous and slow ride on your cart. Since our visit in March much new man-made carving has occurred here. They even carved a hole though the tip of that beautiful place so that you can walk under the top from one side to the other. We suppose those who've not previously been there would consider it beautiful. And it is. It's just not as it was before. It was nicer before. To be there now and see all these carved out places, with the rock painted black or gray so as to disguise what's been done and to see where they have placed rocks and concrete and such in an attempt to make it more attractive is disappointing. Can't stop "progress," we guess. But we'll go back next time, because the view of the water from all angles here is terrific. We got out the camera and took a zillion pictures back here, 'cause it's still the best.

Then the rains came. Of course we are at this point thinking we should have come during an earlier day when there was no rain, but since all mornings started out looking the same how were we to know? We quickly walked to the little shelter up by the lighthouse, where stood a few others who were also trying to avoid getting drenched, and waited for a short time until the rain let up a bit. I went up into the little lighthouse while Judi bought one of the conche shells being sold at it's base. She wanted one during our last trip and was kicking herself that she didn't get it. She did this time.

We Jump into our cart and head back north, go beyond El Garrafon so that we could get onto the road extension on the west side that heads north from the junction by Mandaca's place - the road with the dolphin place and such on it. We went all the way to the end, passing by the attractive and new Villa Rolandi, go to the end and make a sharp U-turn, because that's all you can do. One of us remarks at this point that it hasn't rained here. We're only a couple miles from the south end where we just had a downpour, but it's not rained up here at all. Strange, we think, but we guess that all rain has to stop somewhere. Shortly after passing the Villa Rolandi, I mention that I would like to go back and pick up some brochures on the place. As we begin in reverse with that kinky golf-cart transmission, the rain begins. Cats and dogs. I feel the Villa Rolandi folks, probably being uppity, would not care to see our little cart parked at the front door, so stop on the side of the road just south of the place. We RUN into that place, fearing death by raindrops. The entire front porch, the side facing the road, is wet and very slippery in the rain, so we must be very careful while getting ourselves as quickly as possible into this place.

The Villa Rolandi, although small when compared with hotels in Cancun, is elegant. We went to the other side (the water side) and ordered drinks, while sitting at a little table with a terrific view of everything at that part of the island. While sitting there awaiting our drinks (and me taking pictures like crazy) we notice several little boats filled with tourists "flying" by, apparently heading back to El Garrafon - at least that's the direction they were going. It's raining like crazy, so you can picture what we're saying. We waved to them; some of them waved to us. We were out of the rain and they weren't. We were laughing to ourselves, because here they were probably thinking that we were rich and staying in this beautiful place. Little did they know that we were there only because that's where we happened to be when the rains came. It's just that our location at that moment happened to be the preferred one. We lucked out and they didn't. Because of that rain, we move inside a few yards to the bar.

Here we meet Wesley, the bartender, a young man of about 20 or so who speaks very good English and is lots of fun to talk with. Dos Equis here is only 20 pesos.

We ask one of the Villa Rolandi employees if we can see a room. They have only 20 rooms, so it isn't as though you will get lost in this place. They take us to a first floor room (they have three floors) and it is everything anyone could possible want in a hotel room. Everything. Including facing the sea...the swimming pool right outside the door...a bathroom with things I had never heard of in bathrooms...and your own private ferry to Cancun. It's beautiful. If you're rich, go for it. The only problem with this whole scene is that the hotel is located at the wrong end of the island. All the action is on the north end on Playa Norte, Playa Caribbean and in town. Didn't see but only a couple people sitting there. For all we know, they, like us, may have been stranded in this place, too. Guess the rich folks haven't yet discovered this place. We're thankful for rain at that time, though, for had that not occurred we would not have experienced this new hotel.

When the rain let up, we continued on our way to the south end so we could return to town traveling up the east-side of this most wonderful of places. The magnificent view of the sea along the entire east side of Isla in that wind is something we will always remember, the water all rumbling and white, wave after wave after wave. Got lots more pictures here, too. Fingers crossed about their turning out.

We get back, turn in the cart and a young guy starts pointing to some paint damage on the thing. I said, "Oh, no, no, no - we didn't do that." The big boss waved him off. That was the end of it. It's disappointing to me that an employee even thought about trying that stuff. I'm glad the boss happened by right then, because who knows?

Being about 5 o'clock, we walk up to Buho's for some Chicken Nachos. We know it's unfair (life's like that, you know), but Judi compared Buho's Chicken Nachos with ZaZil-Ha's Beef Nachos. Buho's, to Judi, wins. It was just the opposite for me. And at Buho's - man, oh, man - there is sitting right across from me the sweetest Babe you can imagine! It makes some women sick that some other women can be so beautiful! (And makes some of us guys sick that we are being closely watched and have to pretend we're blind.) Had I not assured Judi that she is the most beautiful woman that even God can imagine, I would probably now be wandering the beach by myself. No fun in that. Us guys gotta be very careful with this noticing other women stuff. If I wish to retain My Honey Judi I better move on with this - and real quick, too.

After relaxing, doing absolutely nothing and wandering around this friendly little town, we decide to get down to business by having what we (and you) already know will be a delicious dinner. Tonight we return to The French Bistro Francias, where we had already enjoyed a delicious breakfast. We both chose to have the Lobster and Shrimp Special. Delicious! While having dinner, another short and light rain shower.

After dinner we head to the town square, where workmen are either constructing a large stage for the "International Cultural Festival of the Caribbean" or the festival is actually going on. I don't remember which, for sure, but do remember it's just plain fun to be there. We then head up to the boardwalk (malecon) and enjoy what life offers.

Got up...got ready...got out. We should maybe tell you that during most of our time here we're wandering around in bathing suits, shirts and sandals - and so are most other tourists. Took our laundry to a place nearby (28 pesos) and it would be ready in a few hours. We discuss maybe next time bringing less clothing and doing laundry twice instead of once. Something to consider, for sure.

We head to El Sombrero de Gomar for a delicious breakfast, do a little shopping, wander around town, head back to the hotel to get stuff and walk our favorite way up the beach to do absolutely nothing at ZaZil-Ha. Life is good. This being retired stuff is hard to take. We did absolutely nothing there for a few hours until nearly exhausted, and walked over to the Red Eye Cafe for an early dinner. They close at 3 PM, so those who want dinner at this wonderful and friendly little restaurant had best get there a little before closing time in order to give them time to prepare your meals. As expected, the Garlic Shrimp was outta site. We had this during an earlier trip and wanted to be sure to get it again. Never a disappointment with the food here, or the food anywhere on Isla, now that we think of it. We visit with Inge and Gus for awhile, then on to Buho's for happy hour (and so Judi could get her "Sergio Fix"). I'm playing here. Sergio is fine. Buho's is great. Life is wonderful! After doing nothing more than enjoying life to the hilt at Buho's, we head back to pick up laundry and return to our room. After relaxing for a short time, we head to the Town Square for some ice cream

and walk around enjoying the sites and sounds of the pop band playing on the stage that evening. We couldn't get into that music, but the many young kids around us seemed to love it. It's a carnival atmosphere down here, people of all ages, and virtually everyone seeming happy and in good moods. Then to a place called Mexico Lindo for delicious Quesadillas. What an island this is. Then back to the Square, over to walk the "boardwalk," then back to our hotel. Only one more full day here, and we're in no hurry to leave.

Our last full day here. Man, oh, man, but we hate to see our vacation on this wonderful little island coming to an end. Heaven it's been, one again. For our last breakfast we chose the Miramar restaurant, located on the water about 100 feet north of the ferry dock. We seat ourselves all the way to the front, as close to the water as we can get. It's real nice out, making us sort of wish we had chosen this day as golf-cart day. Remembering, however, that we experienced lots of fun things as a result of yesterday's rain, we're happy. Fishing boats right in front of us with fishermen seemingly preparing to go out for the day's catch. Maybe they just returned. We don't know. Doesn't matter, 'cause it's neat to see them sitting and talking on their boat while at least 12 pelicans - several right on their boat - are sitting and standing within eight feet of them. Out comes the camera.

Do I have to tell you breakfast was delicious?

Return to our hotel where we do our thing and head up to ZaZil-Ha. We again rent one of those natural umbrella things (we ask, learn this thing is called a "Zacate") and a couple chairs. Turns out to be unnecessary to rent that second chair, because My Honey Judi was with me on mine the whole time.

Eat your hearts out guys. She is The Sweetest, I swear, and I've been around long enough to know. We ordered some Chicken Nachos while here. Good - but not enough chicken. We talked with the waiter about this...asked, "Where's the chicken?" He pointed to some imaginary chicken we couldn't see and said, "That's it."

We stayed here for a few hours because we had announced on a couple of boards that we would be here during this afternoon and a couple of you had contacted us saying you would be in Cancun and would try to meet us here. You didn't make it, either because you can't stand the thought of us (mainly me, I'm sure), weren't in the area, or because the skies over Isla looked somewhat foreboding - as though all the water in the world was going to pour out at any moment and you told yourselves, "I'm not going the hell over there." The rains never did come, we had another fine day out there, and we were there waiting to meet you. Maybe next time.

Later we head to Buho's for the usual enjoyment we get there. Sweet Thing is here this time, too. Got to stop looking at her. Her boyfriend is bigger than me. Judi, for that matter, can just look into my eyes and I'm dead. A very powerful lady, she is.

It gets dark early here at this time of the year - like at about 5:15 - so we are usually in Buho's as the big light slowly disappears. A note on Buho's: The only mosquitos we saw during our entire stay on Isla were in the male and female Buho's restrooms.

You walk in and then want to get out as fast as you can. Buho's seems to take it's time turning on the lights in those little restrooms, too, making gals afraid to go into that little scary place. It's not a whole lot of fun for us guys, either. Without lights, you can't see those little devils, but you can sure hear them. Swoosh! swat! You hope you got something. Can't see, so you don't know. You better get out of there quick, 'cause you're gonna lose. Get in - get out.

Dinner tonight is at Gomar's, with me again having Garlic Shrimp and Judi having "Gomar Style" Fish with Mushrooms. Both meals were delicious! Now is this a surprise?

To the Town Square, the boardwalk, back to the square. Lots of things going on in the square tonight and the place is packed (well...as packed as things get on Isla). There are numerous carnival rides set up for the much-younger set, everyone is happy and having fun.

While slowly making our way back to the hotel, we realize and discuss how much we're going to miss this place. We're comforted in knowing we will return in four months. We haven't even left yet, but can't wait to get back.

Our Sun Country flight home was on time and uneventful. As before, we counted on this. They didn't let us down.

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