Cruise

A few weeks ago, John and I decided at the last minute (a week in advance) to go on a cruise. It was about time--John claims it is the first vacation we've ever been on (when we were trying to decide whether to go, the big item on the "pro" side was that John could then stop complaining about us never having been on a "real" vacation). I figure the cruise just made up for our lack of celebrating our five year anniversary (or was it our tenth?). It was a five night cruise and we visited Progresso (where we saw the amazing ruins of Chichen Itza) and Cozumel, Mexico. Unfortunately, the next to the last day, I accidentally deleted all of our pictures--so we have no proof that we were actually there (hmmm . . . might have to go again). My favorite part was holding hands while snorkeling off the coast of Cozumel. John's favorite part was that someone else planned things for us that we could go to or not (usually not). I actually think his favorite was Blackjack. But who am I to complain when his winnings paid for our souvenirs.