A day in Paradise at the Island of Isla Mujeres
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June 13th, 2005 – by: hannajax
By Charlie Levine
"I asked a local mate named Javier how Isla Mujeres, which translates to "the island of women," got its name. He put down the ballyhoo he was rigging and told me that local legend left behind two stories. The first Spaniards to visit the small island off Cancún, Mexico, found rows of petite statues depicting the female form scattered about the area beaches; thus, the name, Javier said. The second explanation is that when those same settlers arrived, they found only women in the village because all the men were out fishing.
once anchored at the pier, pinching ourselves to see if it was real, we headed to the main building. our snorkel equipment, lockers, towels, unlimited food and drink supply, and ice cream were provided inclusive with our package. this was my first time in waters this warm, this strikingly clear. down to the depths our eyes marveled at the coral reef teeming with life, though my mask kept letting the saltwater into my eyes and it stung terribly! surrounded by schools of fish, in colors of purple, yellow and black, and long silver aquatic spears, our bodies were wipped around by the salty waves, but with help of the fins on our feet, we plowed joyfully through the waters.
hours later, exhausted, we found a lovely spot right on the water at the cafe, where we had the most disgusting cheeseburgers.
in the process of walking along the waters and beneath the vicious sun, i got burned so badly that nearly two weeks later i am still peeling. front and back my skin was assaulted, as you will see in the photos.
we had the opportunity to get back on the boat and cruise to the other side of the island, where the village was located. jason and i walked through the main street, littered with tourist souvenir shops - selling everything from the popular "hamacas" to mayan tribal masks made of onyx. past the vendors, past voices filled with desperation to sell a cuban cigar or just a shell necklace, we arrived at the deserted beach and collected some shells, then stumbled back into the delapidated streets, past abandoned buildings and hotels, to a golf car rental station.
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