Mexico – Day Thirteen – The Day of the Broken Toe
The Morning: No Sunshine, No Worries
Ah, the thirteenth day in Mexico, where you wake up early, ready to seize the day—only to find the sunshine playing hide and seek behind thick, grey clouds. No need to panic, though! After all, a holiday is what you make of it, isn’t it? So, off we trotted to the buffet to start the day with a hearty breakfast. It’s the little things, like a warm croissant or a perfectly brewed coffee, that can turn any gloomy day into a delightful one.
Post-breakfast, still no sign of the sun, but there’s no use crying over cloudy skies. With caffeine coursing through our veins, we decided to stretch our legs and venture towards the beach. Not just any beach, mind you—the one where the Hawksbill turtles nest. Michele had never seen these little miracles of nature before, so off we went, eager to introduce her to the sight.
Turtles and Tidelines
The beach greeted us with a display of nature’s power—the surf was up, and the waves were having a grand time crashing against the rocks. The remnants of hatched turtle shells that had dotted the sand a few days earlier were mostly swept away by the sea, but Michele was fortunate enough to spot one lone shell, a tiny memento of nature’s cycle.
The turtle nests were still safely tucked away, protected from the sea’s tantrum. We spent a good while just soaking it all in—there’s something hypnotic about the rhythm of the waves, the way they crash and retreat, never the same and yet always familiar. After a good stroll and plenty of wave-watching, it was time to head back to our own patch of sand.
An Afternoon of Cloudy Relaxation
Back on our beach, the clouds still refused to budge. Michele took it as a sign from the universe to indulge in a good nap. I, on the other hand, couldn’t resist the call of the sea. The water was inviting, and before long, I was swimming happily, clouds or no clouds.
Now, here’s where the day takes a cheeky turn. While I was wandering along the shore later in the afternoon, minding my own business, my little toe decided to have an unfortunate encounter with a rather stubborn rock. Ouch! A quick glance at the toe revealed that it had taken on a lovely shade of purple. Yes, folks, it seems I’ve gone and broken my little toe. Not exactly the souvenir I had in mind!
Dinner: A Mediterranean Delight
Despite my newly acquired limp, we dressed up and headed to the Mediterranean restaurant for dinner. The service was, shall we say, leisurely. Each course seemed to take its sweet time arriving, but patience paid off. This meal turned out to be one of the best we’ve had in our two-week adventure. Michele’s lamb was tender and full of flavour, while my tuna was cooked to perfection, with just the right amount of seasoning. The slow service only gave us more time to savour each bite, which was a silver lining, I suppose.
The Evening: Stormy Skies and Friendly Chats
After dinner, we found ourselves in the quiet bar, the perfect spot for a nightcap. There, we met Gail from Toronto, and the three of us spent the evening chatting away. As we talked, the weather outside took a dramatic turn—the heavens opened up, pouring rain, and the sky was lit up by flashes of lightning. There’s something oddly comforting about being indoors, warm and dry, while a storm rages outside.
Finally, we retreated back to our room to find some entertainment in the form of American football. The New England Patriots were in top form, absolutely demolishing the Denver Broncos. A broken toe, a fantastic meal, and a stormy night—it might not have been the sun-soaked day we planned, but it was certainly one for the books.
