Vamonos a Cozumel Saturday
The island of 66,000 residents supports a thriving tourist business with gorgeous beaches and wonderful shopping. Bill and I stopped for lunch at Pancho's Backyard, where we dined on shrimp, guacamole, and sopaipillas. The ship was to sail at 5 p.m., so we boarded by 4, exhausted and happy. We ate a light supper at the pizzeria and went to bed early.
No Siesta Sunday
The sun shining through our cabin window roused us. Over eggs Benedict at the Horizon Restaurant, we planned our last day at sea. Bill would try the golf putting competition; next we'd attend the debarkation talk and then watch the ice carving.
In between activities, we basked in all the sun we could before the warm air and water gave way to the last of winter. That night after a dinner of fresh salmon and pasta, we enjoyed the X-treme Country Show in the Astoria Lounge. We were getting back into a Texas frame of mind.
Mopey Monday Morning
We arose early but were not anxious to leave our pleasant home of four days. We had unpacked only once, and we'd been to Mexico and back without having to stop and ask for directions. The weather had been perfect, the service impeccable. "Let's come back and stay longer," I said. Bill nodded. "Next February," he replied, "when it begins to feel too cold."
The earlier the better, where boarding is concerned. The lines only get longer as the afternoon gets shorter. And don't forget to put those all-important luggage tags showing your cabin number on your bags before you get to the ship.
At the end of your trip, put your bags out the night before you debark so porters can deliver them to the dock for you. But be sure to keep out something to wear the next day.
This article is from the February 2004 issue of Southern Living. Because prices, dates, and other specifics are subject to change, please check all information to make sure it's still current before making your travel plans.