Odds & Ends

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Exactly one month after our arrival in Mexico, January and I said a temporary farewell to our home in Akumal and hopped on the ferry over to Cozumel where we'll be for the next two weeks to celebrate my father's 75th birthday. As this first chapter of our time in Mexico comes to a close, it seemed like a good time to share a few miscellaneous photos and observations from the last month that haven't fit into previous posts. 

 

Cairns out in the jungle near our apartment.

Our morning run.

The pool / my office.

The Mayan Tree of Impalement and Death.

What do we eat at home when we're not going out for tacos? More tacos, of course! 

The resident cat at our local cafe.

In the jungle, the insects are in charge. Sometimes they decide to visit you in your apartment.

Grafitti on an abandoned condo in Akumal.



Hugo belongs to Arja, our instructor. But he is the emotional support animal for the entire dive shop. No matter what happens, Hugo will greet you with cuddles at the end of the day.

I'm a little self conscious about the absurd amount of time I have spent photographing lizards...

Do you want to get pumped? Mexico will get you pumped.

Topside at Cenote Ponderosa. The main cavern entrance is beneath the overhang on the right.

Cylinder storage at Under the Jungle. It takes a lot of gas (mostly Nitrox 32) to explore the cenotes.

Until next time!

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