Our first stop was Cozumel...where many took the opportunity to book a shore excursion to the Mayan ruins. Since we had been to the ruins previously, we decided to have a beach day.
It included snorkeling...but my snorkel gear stayed beside the chaise lounge for the day...since the murky waters didn't look too conducive to viewing fish. But the view from the shore was quite lovely...
...we watched kayaks and sailboats
The following morning I awoke in Georgetown, Grand Cayman. Now this was a little piece of paradise!
We went ashore by tender boat and took a short sight-seeing tour...before settling in at Seven Mile Beach for the remainder of the day. Grand Cayman is all about banks...and beaches! Many of the banks had most familiar names...like Scotiabank, Royal Bank of Canada and HSBC. With a population of less than 40,000 people...the 250 banks should serve the population quite nicely. My nephew (who remained behind in Winnipeg) had requested that rather than bringing him back a souvenir, my sister should open a Grand Cayman bank account for him. She hopes he'll settle for the wad of Grand Cayman Island currency she brought back on his behalf.
Our island tour included a stop at Hell....
The little post office here is the perfect place from which to mail postcards back home. Who could we think of that would get a kick out of receiving a postcard from Hell? Why...Pastor Ron, of course. We'll see if he ever gets it...since I knew the address...but not the postal code.
Seven Mile beach was absolutely perfect.
"When in Jamaica...do as the Jamaicans do!" I think that may be a little off-base...but my souvenir from Jamaica was a head of braids. I had no intentions of having my hair braided...and still have not quite figured out how I landed up in the chair and came out with braids. These people are forceful! The consolation was that it was just the front that was braided...and with all my hair...they were all but hidden.
They braids came home with me...and my granddaughters were amused.