We rented a golf cart. I have no idea why the guy looked at me so sus when I told him I ABSOLUTELY knew how to operate a golf cart. Do I look like the kind of person who couldn’t possibly know how to operated a golf cart? I don’t know but he clearly didn’t believe me. It only took me a few minutes of fumbling and a few reprimands from the 18 year old before I was negotiating the machine like a champ.

Speedbumps, however, that’s another story. Aspen gave me loads of crap for taking a couple of them at a dead run (accidentally), and so I decided to let her drive. It seems like she has a deep rooted, blood feud vendetta against the things. She’s out to get them, as hard and as fast as possible. Actually the golf cart navigation went pretty well, even when we were tailed halfway up the island by two truckloads of heavily armed policia. It was a good way to cruze the little island, and escape the over-populated north end quickly and efficiently.

The two places we wanted to visit - the turtle refuge and the ancient Mayan temple ruins, were both closed, the turtle place permanently and the temple hopefully only til tomorrow, but it made for some extra lay-around-on-the-beach-and-do-nothing time. Zero complaints.

It’s been cloudy and windy since we got here but still so much warmer than home, and the humidity… well let’s just say my hair was born for this climate.