OR, how I was cursed by an ancient Mayan village…
We have all heard about how you shouldn’t drink the water. So, of course, I didn’t. But nobody tells you about how the war paint & watercolors, which contain local water. That may have been how I contracted dysentery. Or not.
Regardless, ignorance was bliss, and we enjoyed our excursion to the Mayan Village very much. It was the last stop on our cruise before the two days at sea to reach Fort Lauderdale. We took an hour bus ride to the Village. Instead of a tour guide, we were escorted to the different areas of the village by the local Mayan people.
The village was not very large, but the different tents and huts hosted activities. The first hut was a large area with tables. We were seated in the chairs around the tables. Natural items were sitting on top of the table. It turned out that we were in the music hut, and those items (rocks, pieces of wood, etc.) were our instruments. We were taught how to play them, and we accompanied the band.
I hoped we would learn some dance moves, but there wasn’t enough time. We needed to move on to the art room. There, we painted on a version of papyrus. We must not have pleased the art God because a deluge of rain hit us and washed our paintings away!
The four of us travelers all got this awful cold/sinus infection during the last half of the trip. It hit me very hard the afternoon of the trip to Cozumel. I knew my sinuses were infected, but this was no ordinary infection. For one thing, the thought of eating turned my stomach. I spent the last days at sea in bed, in our cabin, instead of sunning by the pool. I would have been heartbroken if I weren’t semi-conscious.
I should have gotten a clue or spotted a red flag when everyone else could function and use their brain. They could play cards, eat meals, and communicate. I could not use my brain correctly. I struggled to answer questions – even yes or no questions. I sensed that hubby was getting annoyed with my lack of participation, especially the last night when we had to put our suitcases out in the hall by 9pm, so we would not have to lug them to the airport. I should have asked him to pack up for me, but alas, no brain.
I will spare you what happened at the airport. I don’t care how curious you are. There are just some details you can’t unknow.
We have had enough adventures for now. Time to stock up for the winter and organize things around the house.
TTFN
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