I am a Tornado

I am a tornado. In life. In love. In everything. Most of the time I don't want to be a tornado, I want to be a slow, warm breeze that barely caresses your shoulders. Sometimes I try. I tip toe through and try to be very gentle. "See, I'm just like everyone else," I whisper as I panickly look around to see if anyone can tell the truth. I may start off slow and calm, but the tornado always comes. Even then I try to hide it. "I'm fine." "Just a little stress is all." "No, that didn't hurt my feelings." "I most definitely am not crying." "Who says I'm yelling?" "Everything is fine. Everything is under control."  As shards of glass surround me and I wonder how I'll make it back by myself with no shoes and the wind still swirling.

Costa Maya, Mexico

I took a Carnival Cruise out of Mobile, Alabama to Costa Maya, Mexico and Cozumel, Mexico. This post is just about Costa Maya. The first part of the day we spent at Mahahual, which is a village on Costa Maya. We took a taxi there. The taxi rates are set by the government and for this trip it was $8. On the beach of Mahahual, there are several restaurants providing lounge chairs and beachside service. I had read good reviews about Tropicante, so we chose that one. We hadn't booked in advance, but they still accommodated us with lounge chairs. Ours were in the second row from the shore. We ordered Miami Vice drinks and chips and salsa and guacamole and were waited on hand and foot. 

My cousin opted for a massage on the beach. Her sixty minute massage was $30. She loved it and said it was a great value.

We walked up and down the strip and there was shop after shop of souvenirs and trinkets. I have no idea why they are selling items with American football teams on them in Mexico, but there they were. Also, while we were in our lounge chairs, people repeatedly came by selling wares.

One negative about the beach is the amount of seaweed. It was really overpowering. They try and keep it under control, but it is difficult.

We also saw dogs walking around that were pets of the shop owners, but they did not seem well kept. My cousin wanted to take one of the chihuahuas home with her, but that would've been hard to get through customs!

My iPhone battery died after doing Facebook Live videos so I was asking if there was a place I could buy a charger. One of the men laughed and said, "We are poor Mexicans, we can't afford iPhones!" For the record, my iPhone is a 5 I bought off my friend!

The last part of the day we spent in the port. There are lot of shops and a large pool with a swim up bar and restaurant. I decided to try out the swim up bar. I had always wanted to try one, so I grabbed my generic go pro in a waterproof case and went for it. The Miami Vice I got there was a whopping $14. You can see the phallic looking cup it came in. There was a rousing game of Marco Polo going on in the pool. The bartender asked me what they were saying and then joined in the yelling! From the pool you could see the cruise ship

While I was in the swim up bar, my cousin got a "fish" pedicure here at the port for $20. The fish in a glass enclosure bit off the dead skin on her feet. She said it tickled.

Now can we go back to the first picture of me in the Caribbean Sea? I wore a bikini top and gave zero f*%ks. There was a time in my life I would not change socks in front of someone. For real. And now I'm just in a bikini like no big deal? Well, alright then!