We arrived on the western side of the island of San Miguel de Cozumel about 7 AM. The Mayans believed Cozumel to be a spiritual sanctuary, a sacred shrine while the Spanish Conquistadors believed it to be a gold mine, literally. Sitting due west of Cuba, and forming the western edge of a narrow pass connecting the Caribbean Sea with the Gulf of Mexico, 17th century pirates used it as a base of operations. Today, it is considered a diver’s dream, a shopper’s paradise, an archeologist’s playground, and a vacationer’s dream.

After breakfast, we went ashore, and caught a taxi to the shopping district, while Ron and Kaden opted to spend the day at an adventure park, complete with zip lines, ATVs, cave swimming, and kayaking.  Kay and I shopped watched people, both locals and those from the cruise ships docked nearby. We really enjoy watching people, and particularly observing people from cultures different than our own.  It makes the world seem both smaller and larger at the same time, and we realize that the US is but a cog in the world wheel, albeit a large cog. 

We made the 5+ mile walk back to the ship, stopping for Kay to wade in the turquoise Cozumel Channel while I photographed an iguana nearby.

We then stopped at a bar with “free” Wi-Fi to read email, check news and weather from home, and download a book from the Baxter County online library. 

Back at the Navigator of the Seas, we had lunch and enjoyed some quiet time in the sun at the pool and spa. Dinner was pretty blasé, except for the flourless chocolate cake which was great; in fact, it was the best chocolate I’ve ever eaten. The entertainment tonight was comedian John Joseph and keyboard player Johnny B.  The stand-up comedian was quite funny, and for all practical purposes could have done without his partner, the keyboardist.

Thank goodness for the free Wi-Fi; I finished another book tonight and had only a couple left before downloading another one.  As an aside, the sinus infection that has plagued me for two weeks now has fully disappeared.

We continued sailing today New Orleans towards Cozumel in Mexico—no ports of call today.

After a non-eventful morning, we attended the ship’s “Ice Dancin’ Spectacular”, featuring a hula hoop act, Ekaterina.  The skaters were from all over the world, and were good, perhaps just below Olympic level, except for the star, Katerina, who was exceptional.

With plenty of afternoon left, we enjoyed some sun time.  The hot tubs were packed with pre-teens and teens, leaving little room for anyone else.

There are lots of kids on this cruise, from toddlers to teens; after all, it is spring break time and we have to remember this cruise is mainly for Kaden, and he’s in “heaven” with all the cute teenage girls largely outnumbering the boys.

Dinner tonight was just okay.

The entertainment tonight was a tribute to Broadway, “Now and Forever”, complete with a 7-piece orchestra and singers and dancers. The show featured numbers from The Producers, Fosse, Mamma Mia!, and many more. A couple of the singers were just ordinary with little range, making the show just okay.

This is our first cruise on Royal Caribbean. Naturally, we are comparing it to Celebrity and Norwegian, other lines we have used.  The clientele are a bit more affluent than what we observed on Norwegian (interesting, since most are from Arkansas), and there are fewer non-Americans than on either Celebrity or Norwegian. Otherwise, at this early point both the food seems to be about the same and the entertainment seems to be slightly below the level of the others.  Consequently, the verdict is still out on Royal Caribbean.

My intent was to relax on this cruise, and I am succeeding, having finished yet another book.

Two o’clock AM sure came early, particularly after catnapping only a few hours. 

After a cup of coffee, and some fruit and cottage cheese, we headed out the driveway, bound for New Orleans.  We took a shortcut to Pine Bluff through Sheridan, and then drove south to Vicksburg, Mississippi, where we had breakfast at Cracker Barrel. And then, we took another shortcut to I-55, arriving in New Orleans shortly after 11 AM.  (I used to drive this route when living in New Orleans in 1977-1981.)  We missed our turn to the cruise ship terminal because of bad directions for parking from Royal Caribbean, but finally got everything sorted out after dropping off luggage, and Ron and Kaden, and then taking over 30 minutes to park. After another 30 minutes to check in, we boarded the Royal Caribbean Navigator of the Seas.

We met up with Ron and Kaden at the pool deck where Kaden was enjoying an overload of eye candy—lots and lots of teenage girls near his age, also on spring break, in bikinis! I have never seen so many teenagers in one place (ugh), but we have to remember this trip is for Kaden.

Our rooms were ready at 1 PM, and Kay and I went to ours to stow our carry-ons and change from traveling clothes into swimsuits. Back on the pool deck, we got a burger and flavored water, and enjoyed the hot New Orleans sun for an hour or so.

After a brief rest we dressed for dinner (casual, i.e. shirt and trousers, no shorts or jeans) and enjoyed “slow roasted” prime rib.

A long dinner resulted in our being late for entertainment—World champions in Sports Acrobatics Duo Claudio (acrobatics similar to Cirque) and comedian Carl Banks.

I finished the first of several books I hope to read on this trip.

We’ve been home a week now; it’s time to hit the road (or sea) again.

On this trip we’re cruising out of New Orleans (our port of departure) to Cozumel, Grand Cayman, and Jamaica (our ports of call), via Royal Caribbean’s Navigator of the Seas.

The purpose of the trip is to take Kaden, Kay’s older grandson, and his dad, Kay’s son Ron, on Kaden’s senior trip. Of course he’s only a junior, but Kay is thinking he’ll be too busy next year! 

We drove to Ron’s today, via Maumelle, to visit briefly with Ridge, the younger grandson, and his parents for a couple of hours.  We arrived at Ron’s shortly after 7 PM, and visited briefly.  Our alarm is set for 2 AM, just a few hours from now.

Kay returned home on March 8, having been dropped off in Maumelle to spend a day or two babysitting Ridge, and of course visiting Karyn.  I filled the feeders for the deer and turkeys, and we put out the suet and seed feeders for the birds.  We unpacked the motorhome, and I stayed in bed for a few days, trying to get well, having come down with the CRUD just about the time we crossed the Texas/Arkansas border a couple of days ago.  We were glad to be home, but sad to be away from the RGV after such a great winter.

Kay remained in central Arkansas to babysit grandson Ridge as he’s been sick and out of school and mommy and daddy have been missing work.  Consequently, she rose early to drove to their house before time for them to leave for work.  I quickly readied the motorhome for the final leg of the trip home, departing Maumelle Park at 6:00 AM.  I quickly made the drive home, 150 miles.  After emptying the black and gray tanks and parking the motorhome for the next few weeks, I began the lengthy process of unloading clothes, groceries, and STUFF.

With four loads of clothes to wash, the washer was put into action and on the second load, began leaking from the bottom.  We have never been real happy with the Amana washer, so a quick call was made to Kay to okay purchasing a new pair.  Shay’s, the local appliance dealer had a high quality, simple to operate pair, and delivered and installed them within an hour of my purchase, taking the old set away—one problem solved.  However, a beep kept sounding in the bedroom, so I replaced the battery in the smoke detector; it did not go away.  Another drive into town was made to buy a new smoke detector and I installed it, but the beep still did not go away.  I checked the security system, but it wasn’t the culprit.  Finally, I remembered the carbon monoxide monitor behind a chest of drawers, and sure enough, it was the origin of the beep.  I unplugged it, and had some peace of mind. By this time, I had begun to feel worse for wear, and the head cold that began on our way home Tuesday was now becoming full blown with a sore throat from drainage, etc., disrupting plans for unpacking, cleaning, etc.  What a welcome home adventure and Kay doesn’t know what she’s missing. 

We left La Grange about 8:30 AM on Wednesday, having stopped to fill up with gasoline at a very slow pump, taking over 20 minutes to pump some 60 gallons of fuel.  We continued north on US Highway 77 to Rockdale, then northeast on US Highway 79 to Henderson, then northeast on Texas State Highway 43 to near Marshall, then US Highway 59 to near Texarkana, Texas, where we had originally planned to spend the night at the US Army Corps of Engineers Rocky Point Campground on Wright Patman Lake.  As it was still early and we were neither one fatigued, we opted to continue driving north on Interstate Highway 30 to Little Rock, arriving just before dark at US Army Corps of Engineers Maumelle Park on the Arkansas River.  Our total driving distance today was 493 miles, but it was an easy drive with only slight winds, light traffic, and fairly good roads.

After quickly setting up, we visited with Kay’s daughter and grandson, Karyn and Ridge, and had dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Maumelle, before returning to the motorhome for the evening.

I awoke last night with a terrible stomach ache, a rarity for me, and didn’t get back to sleep until about 5:00 AM and sleeping only another hour or so before getting up—is this a sign of things to come? We were ready to leave early enough this morning, but were welcomed with hearty goodbyes from the neighbors.  Gosh, it sure is hard to leave good friends!
We were on the road by 8:45 AM, our scheduled departure time.  Our route on Tuesday was east on US Highway 83 to Pharr, then north on US 281 to Falfurrias, east on Texas State Highway 285 to Riveria, then north on US Highway 77 to La Grange, a distance of 318 miles.  After about an hour, we were met with strong northerly headwinds, and dust so heavy at Falfurrias that we could barely see.  According to the National Weather Service, winds were 30+ miles per hour gusting to over 50 and continued for the next 250 miles, abating to about 10 miles per hour just south of Lagrange. Outside of La Grange was the famous Chicken Ranch, a brothel made famous when ZZ Top released its classic rock song “La Grange”.  Of course, La Grange was also the inspiration of the hit stage musical play in 1979, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, as well as the 1982 movie based on that play.  The Chicken Ranch was closed in 1973 largely through the efforts of the Houston television reporter, Marvin Zindler.
We parked for the night at Colorado Landing RV Park in La Grange on the banks of the Colorado River. We only hooked up the electricity, but the rates were still $34, and the wi-fi was terrible!  We have stayed there several times, but will have to rethink it on our next trip.
Dinner was at Frank’s Restaurant in Schulenburg. Schulenburg is home to descendants of German, Austrian and Czechoslovakian settlers who remained in the area because the rolling hills and forests reminded them of their homeland.  The area still shows evidence of their culture. Local bakeries are noted for their kolaches. Other immigrants of Jewish descent also made Schulenburg their home and many of them became merchants. I digress.  Frank’s is a delightful 4 out of 5 star eatery, and everything is great.  We particularly like the sausage, kraut, and German potato salad dinner which is served everyday.  Frank’s has been in the same family for 84 years, and we highly recommend it.

Today is our last full day in the RGV this season.

Our first order of business this morning was to reserve our site for next year.  Reservations are done on a schedule whereby those reserving for 6 months have first choice, those reserving for 5 months second choice, those reserving for 4 months third choice, etc.  For less than 3 months, there are no guarantees!  For us, it was simple enough, and we have the same site as this year—and it is one that we really like.  We have great neighbors; we’re relatively close to the laundry, swimming pool, and hot tub; and the sun is at our back during mid-day and on the driver side in the late afternoon, meaning that we have shade on our patio most of the day, even without the awning being deployed.

We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch, but had forgotten it was closed on Mondays.  We drove to a Mexican café near the US Post Office in Mission recommended by Bill and Dee Alexander (neighbors at BPVRV Resort) and were pleasantly surprised at how great the food was—now our new favorite.

Packing has proved to be relatively easy, and as of late afternoon, everything has been stowed, the tow bar has been installed, and the bicycle rack and bicycles have been mounted. We even dumped the black and gray tanks so all that is left for tomorrow morning is to undo the water hose and electrical cord, and retract the slides and jacks.

Leaving the RGV for the season is a mixed bag for us as we are anxious to get home to see kids and grandkids, and spend some time at our house, but will miss our friends in the Valley, the warm climate, the myriad of birds and butterflies, and the easy bicycling. We said our goodbyes at the palapa during happy hour, and are already looking forward to seeing folks again next season.  This was a great winter as we deepened many great friendships.

We played Court Whist at the clubhouse, and my string of bad cards continued, though I did not come in last. During the course of the game, the resort manager, Juanita, came in and announced that Richard Parker had been fired.  Richard Parker was hired to be general manager of the entire Rhodes Real Estate Development in Mission, and proposed selling RV sites at Bentsen Palm Village RV Resort at very steep prices.  His style, at least as it appeared to us, was one of arrogance and attempted intimidation.  It was rumored that no lots were sold and the number of returning BPBRV Resort residents was down considerably—enough said.  Anyway, it was a good note upon which to end the night.

We debated as to whether to go to the 9:00 AM church or go to breakfast with the BPVRV Resort bunch, and opted to go the 9:00 AM church service. Pastor Bill Duke preached another good sermon, and because this is the first Sunday of the month, we participated in Communion, one of my favorite church activities since I feel closer to God during this ceremony than just about any other time.

After church, we hurried to McDonalds for a Weight Watchers approved Egg McMuffin, and then drove to Costco’s for some last minute items to bring home to Arkansas.

Back at BPVRV Resort, we had several choices:  RGV Borderfest, dancing at the Riverside Club, dancing at Crazy Joe’s, playing bridge, or doing nothing—we chose playing bridge with Al and Sharon and enjoyed a nice breeze as we played in the palapa.  As has been the case the last several weeks, I was dealt really bad hands, and didn’t even make the most of what was dealt, coming in dead last for the umpteenth time.

After bridge, other neighbors began gathering in the palapa for happy hour, and we had a full house with several discussions going on simultaneously.  Generally, there will be a couple groups of women and a couple groups of men each talking about something different.

We watched television this evening, winding down our season in the RGV.  Tomorrow, high temperatures are forecast to be near 90 degrees, so we’ll enjoy the pool and spa one last time.