He zips down the middle of the road - passing a brightly painted house with a cat quizzically watching from a fence.
A sign on a small store proclaims; "Wonder"
|Mariachi Band on Hidalgo Avenue|
An eight-foot-tall Johnny Depp look alike struts on stilts hovering over groups of prospective customers. "Come have dinner with us." He implores, pressing a small advertisement into friendly hands.
|Neighbours out for dinner|
It's all Isla.
|Rolandi Hotel on west side of Isla|
For the second week, we had not made any advance reservations and eventually settled on moving one block down the street to the small luxury hotel, the Villa Rolandi.
The Villa Rolandi provided full-on pampering with gourmet dinners, an infinity-edge pool, and bar service anywhere on the property.
Steve and Lindell on the other hand, well, we never quite got them properly trained to magically appear with a glass of wine, or a cold beer. Perhaps if we had stayed longer they would have been trainable?
A few years later we returned to Isla Mujeres, this time we were cat-sitting for family members while they returned back to Canada to deal with personal business. We stayed at the house they had rented on the eastside of the island. There the breeze is constant, the waves are larger, the beach not so sandy, but the slightly cooler temperature were perfect for us.
|Our view on the east side of Isla Mujeres|
We are still discovering and exploring.
Two days ago we found a new lane, a undiscovered twisting sand-strewn road that lead us to a different view, a new layer, a different texture.