Anniversary

My absence has a fabulous explanation. The cop and I celebrated our first anniversary on May 2. He gave me a beautiful Tiffany necklace and flowers (roses and calla lilies). We dropped the puppies off at their respective sitters and headed out to a great seafood restaurant downtown where we could eat on the patio filled with spring flowers and people watch the freaks on the street. Very reminiscent of The Grand Cafe in Key West (also a great restaurant, we ate there on our honeymoon). After dinner and a great bottle of Va sparkling wine we went home so we could get up at the ass-crack of dawn to go on vacation. For our anniversary I sent us on a cruise to Grand Cayman and Cozumel.



We have both cruised before..... and if you want to be alcohol-soaked and party (not us) then that's the place to be. If you want to stay on the peaceful, relaxed side, hang in the adult pool at the back of the boat and do some great snorkeling (us) then it was also perfect. There was only one wine drenched evening that included formal night and a trip to the casino that the cop doesn't remember (fortunately we only had $20 cash and were too drunk... or laughing too hard to remember the ATM card). We snorkeled an area called Cemetery Reef in Grand Cayman and it took the cop about 30 seconds to declare that we are coming back. We tend to use cruising as the litmus as to where to go again and where to check off the list and keep looking. My favorite picture of that day is here:

That would be off the side of the catamaran. The water was a beautiful jade-green and the fish were incredible. We saw a stingray bury himself in the sand and huge parrotfish that swam right up to us.

Cozumel was exactly what a poorer area would be. We were yelled at, approached and followed by every store owner out there. We tried to walk to Margaritaville but a weird old Mexican guy in a Yugo cab kept following us, so we decided to hang our on the pier and wait for our snorkel trip to leave.

All in all it was a nice break. I could have done without the drunks all over the boat, and the very loud people in the room next door. We also had to eat dinner at a table with 3 other couples. They found out what we did in casual conversation and wanted to hear stories. The cop didn't feel like talking much about work.... and very few of my stories are appropriate for a dinner table with strangers. Its nice to be home. I fly again Sunday and its supposed to storm ALL DAY! Welcome home short nurse!