Our first port of call, and probably our favorite, was Costa Maya Mexico. The first thing we did was visit the Chacchoben Mayan Ruins. I've never visited ruins before, but as a lover of all things historic I enjoyed every minute of it. Our tour guide told us that only about 30% of the site has actually been uncovered and that the rest was left under the dirt and trees to avoid damaging any of the structures. We were able to climb up some of the old steps and the views were spectacular. I highly recommend this kind of excursion to anyone traveling to Mexico. Plus, they gave us free beer at the end of the trip which is always a plus in my book.
When we got back to the pier in Costa Maya we had several hours to kill, so we did some shopping, laid out in the sun, and had an amazing lunch. Even though we chose to stay in the touristy area, we had a great time. The food was good, the service was good, and it was really clean. It was a perfect stop!
Our third port of call was also in Mexico, but this time it was Cozumel. We chose an excursion at Playa Mia Resort, which included food, drinks, and access to a beautiful beach for the day. The only downside was that it was so windy they had canceled all water activities and we were freezing our butts off sitting by the water.
Eventually the weather cleared up and by noon it was 80 degrees and sunny. I was enjoying being lazy and drinking my Dos Equis when Jason got the idea he wanted to go scuba diving. He'd found a guy at the resort who could take us and it was a pretty reasonable price so we decided to go for it.
It was the two of us, two men from Puerto Rico, and our little Mexican scuba instructor Orlando all crammed into a tiny boat heading out to sea. I was nervous, to say the least, because I've never even been snorkeling before, let alone taken to the ocean floor with a huge tank strapped to my back. Orlando taught us how to use the equipment and made sure we understood how it would work and before I knew it we were in the water.
He had us practice sticking our faces in the water to get used to the breathing aspect of diving, but every time I'd go under I'd get the feeling I was drowning and immediately resurface. After doing this five or six times I eventually started hyperventilating and I had myself convinced that I couldn't do it and that I was going to get back in the boat. Of course that meant I was also on the verge of tears because I felt bad for holding everyone else back. Somewhere in the midst of my freak-out session Orlando grabbed my hand and pulled me under water, which sounds like a recipe for disaster, but actually? It totally worked.
I eventually got used to the rhythm of breathing under water and was able to enjoy myself. We saw a coral reef, lots of colorful fish and a nurse shark. However, I continued to hold Orlando's hand for pretty much the entire time we were down there. That's right. Behold Lauryn, the incredible hand-holding scuba diver.
Since we had gone off on our own excursion to do the scuba diving, Jason and I almost missed the boat. We got back onto the cruise ship about ten minutes before that bad boy took off, making Cozumel the biggest adventure of our trip.