Sunday, May 4, 2008
Day 4 in Cozumel: Gustaf Y Gustavo
On Sunday, we first went to Cedral, a town which was once the hub of Mayan life on Cozumel. It's also the first site found by Spanish explorers in 1518. These days, it's not bustling much at all, unless it's May---once a year there's a festival there with a bullfight, horse races, cock fighting, and carnival type stands. So we went during the day and ate some food. We were not interested in watching what I feel is cruelty to animals (bull fight, cock fights) so we left after that. We then headed to a set of beaches that are not populated because they're further out on the island, and the waves are strong. But the views were truly incredible. We ended up at Playa Bonita. At another beach along the way we had a little too much fun with the coconut drinks and a conch shell...I know, but c'mon, we can all still be silly, right??? Now why the black cat and who is this guy? And who's Gustavo and Gustaf? Well Gustavo is this waiter we encountered in a small "piano bar" called Zona Zhero that we went to that night. It was fun. There was karaoke which I participated in, and there was even dancing! It seemed to be a locals' hangout. Our waiter Gustavo was really funny and told us that if we wanted to check out this restaurant called Lobster House, we could all go the following day. Well, we decided to go to Lobster House the next night. A few things became apparent: Gustavo was a dark character in real life which was a downer, and the Lobster House was gross. So that was that. Gustaf, the black cat, is the new addition to our family that I alluded to a few blogs back. As you know, our little angel Twinkie very, very sadly past away about a month ago. We were not planning to adopt anyone after that...then we started thinking of cats that really needed homes, even if we were not really emotionally up to it because we know that we can give someone a great home. So we adopted him and he's a sweetheart. His arrival of course hasn't made Twinkie's passing any easier, nor did we expect it or want it to, since one can't take the place of the other. So that's the story of Gustaf and Gustavo.
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You didnt mention that the steak was so bad it was worse than my mom's cooking.
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