I discovered some new resorts today. I had no idea that in that direction outside of Puerto Morelos there are fancy giant resorts.
I know this, because, in my hurry to get out of the heat and into a micro bus with the windows wide open...I took the wrong bus. Yup, we went out of town to drop off employees of the resorts and to pick up the random lost white person wandering in the heat outside of the large resorts.
One of the joys of Puerto Morelos is, that it is very small. So even spending the extra travel time, it did not add on THAT much time to our trip home.
Eddie was worried, he noticed right away we had headed in a new direction. I kept repeating that is was an adventure! That we could enjoy the new sights! He stopped worrying out loud, but I believe inside of his sweet head the worry did not stop, as he peered out the open windows at the surrounding mangroves and murky green water.
"Mom, is that the crocodile's home? Are we going to see one?" Not if I can help it baby.
My truly favorite part was when the driver turned around in his seat and fired off some spanish at me, I may not have understood all the words but he was wondering why we had not got off at any of the stops. And then I got to say in front of the interested crowd that I had in fact boarded the wrong bus. Haha. So funny, right? OK, maybe not funny, but a bit amusing...yes?
Alright. Not even a bit, his face told me. Did I in fact know at all the direction I needed to head? I assured all that I did! I even knew my street name! He studied my face for a moment. Then turned back around and continued to drive, with only the occasional look at me in his mirror.
Just so you know, we did make it home. And it was an adventure.
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