We are really liking Puerto Morelos. This might just be because we've only been to incredibly touristy places like Key West and Isla that are bustling and packed with people on scooters, bicycles and golf carts all vying to run you over. We also loved both those places, but compared to all that hubbub, Puerto Morelos is downright sleepy. Tranquilo, you might say. There are a few scattered tourists, a nice little plaza and some reasonably priced taco spots near the beach. We've been digging it. Plus, we get to row to shore, which I love, except when Vlad forgets his wallet.
The one downside to Puerto Morelos is the lack of iguanas. Sure, they're there, but not in the numbers we're used to and nowhere close to Isla. Vlad has this disturbing theory about the dearth of iguanas. He thinks that people here eat them. Then, he tells me that he has eaten iguana and that it's delicious. Now every time we pass by a decent sized iguana basking blithely on someone's patio, he says something like, "Oh, look at the tail on that one. We could really grill that up." Sick, I tell you.
I love the fact that we found this shack being eaten by the jungle right behind a row of fancy houses. This place kind of reminds me of Arkansas with palm trees. It's incredibly lush and green and if you leave something for five minutes it gets covered in sticker bushes.