In Puerto Chiapas, we went on shore very briefly.  There wasn’t much to see at the dock – a small market and lively bar with a pool – neither of which interested us much.  We got back on the ship and relaxed for the day.  Sat by the pool and played some scrabble again.

I don’t know if I talked about this, but I find it interesting that every cruise that we go on has a very distinct personality, and now I have found that even the temporary residents of an elevator take on their own mob mentality.  You might remember the gentleman who had his toe stepped on, and yesterday we were waiting for an elevator to take us up to the pool.  An elevator arrived, after waiting a bit, and it was quite crowded, so I got ready to wait a bit more.  about five people got off, and it looked like there was plenty of room for Me and David to fit.  David was in his wheelchair because it was so hot, I didn’t want him to be exhausted by the time we got to the pool.  As I began to back into the elevator, a voice yelled that there wasn’t room.  There was plenty, and as I looked back and said, sure there was, a woman said, “Well I’m getting off then, I’ve already had my foot stepped on twice!”  Pushed off the elevator, and as the doors closed, thanked the lovely folks for their kindness and generosity.  This was, of course, just one experience.  Normally folks have been very nice, generous and accommodating.  I was only very pleased to note that the voices from the elevator had a distinct non-American accent.  Not that we are gems, mind you.

Yesterday we were at sea and had another nice day.  Early morning yoga for me, then just wandering and relaxing.  TV is right up my alley – reruns of 30 Rock and an endless loop of Downton Abbey.  We had a little dispute about one of the actresses on DA who is also on another series we have begun watching, Ripper Street.  David couldn’t believe that she was the same woman, but after some research, I proved that she was.  We had dinner last night with Peter and Ara (the Aussies) and Steven and Joel (Sacramento).  We skipped the show.  It was a magic show, and David and I don’t have much interest in that.  It did sound a little like Siegfried and Roy with birds and snakes.  To be honest, just the thought of sharing the ship with birds and snakes made me a little uncomfortable and seeing them would have just added to my anxiety.  If I wanted to sail on the ark, I would have booked with Noah!  During dinner, David was pleased that the boys thought that he was in his 50’s.  I resisted asking them how old they thought I was.

The other night we stumbled into the sailing solo get together at one of the lounges.  We were too early for the Friends of Dorothy meeting because it had been moved back an hour to accommodate the celebration for the Dutch King’s Birthday.  Well, really, it looked like they were just looking for an excuse to drink heavily.  I am grateful for my Celtic/Anglo-Saxon blood – no excuse needed to drink.  Well, there we were, and David was delighted that one of the sailing solo ladies began to chat him up.  I only mention this because she was about 80 and wearing a lovely orange MuuMuu.  This morning we arrived in Costa Rica and did our usual on shore and back on the ship.  Nice day.