Traveling with a 19-year old, we are used to late starts for the day. The first meal of the day for him is lunch. And we enjoyed a really nice pizza lunch at Piola, under lush trees and a few blocks from the beach. It was here that we started to receive frantic text messages from friends at home warning about coronavirus, and a sudden and frantic rush to purchase toilet paper.
We decided to drive north, towards Cancun, and visit the small fishing village of Puerto Morelos. Along the way, we stopped at one of the massive (and I mean massive) golf resorts. Huge, multi-million dollar homes lie along the beautifully maintained fairways. The clubhouse was luxurious, and the views over the course were impressive. But this is definitely not our 'scene'.
Once in Puerto Morelos, the pace slowed down a bit. We parked in the main square, and walked to the boardwalk. Here we found fisherman cleaning their catch of the day, throwing aside parts of the fish that the local pelicans were anxious to devour.
There is a Malecon in Puerto Morels, albeit a short one. We walked along until we found a nice beachfront bar, from which we could take in the views. The beaches here were very quiet, and it seemed that most of the beach-goers were local families. In the distance, we counted five cruise ships on the horizon.
We returned back to our condo in time to have a second Happy Hour on our verandah. And, just to finish off a complete day, our 19 year old wanted to visit Señor Frogs, for a daiquiri that was as tall as his arm. So, we experienced the peacefulness of a fishing village, as well as the action of a loud club.
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