Personally I didn’t care too much for Cozumel, but Kyle and the kids loved it. To save time and money in taxi fares, we rented a jeep for the day. This decision, which I initially thought was not wise, allowed us to drive the island at our own pace. Good Call, Kyle. We went to Paradise beach where the kids enjoyed playing n the sand, and water, while Kyle enjoyed a 20 minute massage. We ate fajitas until our stomachs popped and then bathed in the sun. We left the beach and explored the rest of the island. With about 80% of the island being underdeveloped, the majority of our ride was spent ooing and aahing at the reefs. We stopped at a vendor whose goods ranged from handmade hats and blankets, carved stone & wooden calendars, mosaics, masks, knives, basins and maracas. We spent about 70$, asked for directions and went about our ways. As we drove down town into the residential part of Cozumel we saw the people who make us Cozumel’s population of approximately 73,193.
It was a school day so we got to see little children on their way home from school, and people walking their dogs. We even saw a woman driving a moped with a baby on her lap, at first I was like “awww look at that baby on that moped”, and then I was like “Oh My Goodness, that baby is on a moped!” It was scary and funny all at once. The poor baby couldn’t have been no more than 10 months old. We got a little turned around, so we had to stop and ask for directions. Since I am the best Spanish speaker in the family I had the honor of asking for directions… So we, pull into a gas station and I asked the clerk “Donde esta Punta Lagoasta?” in almost perfect Spanish if I say so myself. The clerk, who appears to be a 20 something Mexican looks around and turns a little red. She was like “”um, poonta que?”. For a minute I started to freak out cause I thought that maybe punta didn’t mean what I thought it meant… I searched through my memory ,trying to remember if punta was a cuss word or not… breathe Trish, breathe… lol the red faced lady finally responded by saying “Habla Ingles?” I say “si” and realize that this Mexican didn’t speak Spanish! She was like “your Spanish is better than mine and I’m Mexican” we shared a laugh, she gave me directions, and we rushed back to the boat with just enough time for dinner. Good times, good times….
Personally I didn’t care too much for Cozumel, but Kyle and the kids loved it. To save time and money in taxi fares, we rented a jeep for the day. This decision, which I initially thought was not wise, allowed us to drive the island at our own pace. Good Call, Kyle. We went to Paradise beach where the kids enjoyed playing n the sand, and water, while Kyle enjoyed a 20 minute massage. We ate fajitas until our stomachs popped and then bathed in the sun. We left the beach and explored the rest of the island. With about 80% of the island being underdeveloped, the majority of our ride was spent ooing and aahing at the reefs. We stopped at a vendor whose goods ranged from handmade hats and blankets, carved stone & wooden calendars, mosaics, masks, knives, basins and maracas. We spent about 70$, asked for directions and went about our ways. As we drove down town into the residential part of Cozumel we saw the people who make us Cozumel’s population of approximately 73,193. 
It was a school day so we got to see little children on their way home from school, and people walking their dogs. We even saw a woman driving a moped with a baby on her lap, at first I was like “awww look at that baby on that moped”, and then I was like “Oh My Goodness, that baby is on a moped!” It was scary and funny all at once. The poor baby couldn’t have been no more than 10 months old. We got a little turned around, so we had to stop and ask for directions. Since I am the best Spanish speaker in the family I had the honor of asking for directions… So we, pull into a gas station and I asked the clerk “Donde esta Punta Lagoasta?” in almost perfect Spanish if I say so myself. The clerk, who appears to be a 20 something Mexican looks around and turns a little red. She was like “”um, poonta que?”. For a minute I started to freak out cause I thought that maybe punta didn’t mean what I thought it meant… I searched through my memory ,trying to remember if punta was a cuss word or not… breathe Trish, breathe… lol the red faced lady finally responded by saying “Habla Ingles?” I say “si” and realize that this Mexican didn’t speak Spanish! She was like “your Spanish is better than mine and I’m Mexican” we shared a laugh, she gave me directions, and we rushed back to the boat with just enough time for dinner. Good times, good times….
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