Puerto Moreles - One of Many Favorite Places

Got up and went downstairs to reserve the room for another night and they were all booked up! And it is such a lovely place. So, we'll just find another place....despues (later). Went to Dona Triny's for breakfast and met Dona Triny. We found out the restaurant was run by her and her two hijas. We also met the 6 month-old family chihuahua. I love that in this country people don't go beserk over having a dog in a food establishment.

We decided to go ahead and find another place to stay so the first place we checked on was Posada El Amor. Don't let the name excite you. It is very old, very quaint, very clean, nicest people ever, but if you have to have a/c or nice linens or a newly-tiled bathroom this place isn't for you. The pictures really make it look upscale...well, some of them....but you must not confuse it with upscale. We loved it!


Welcome to Posada El Amor

The Showerhead was uhhhhh......

 

And the bedspread read....

 

The room was very clean and comfortable w/ a ceiling fan

I asked "Lorena the inn manager what the meaning of "Dona" was. (I never downloaded the Spanish keyboard so just imagine that the 'n' there has the little squiggley line above it like pinata). I always thought it meant the family matriarch. She explained that it is a term bestowed on a woman that can be of any age that has gained a high level of respect and admiration from people that she knows. They essentially bestow the term "Dona" upon a woman held in high regard. The male counterpart is "Don". I am digressing but I want to tell this - after we made it home a group of four young ladies were walking down our street while I was sitting on the front porch. One of the girls said "Buenas tardes, Dona." I caught the phrase since we had just learned the true meaning of it so I looked up, and Terry also looked out the front window while sitting at the desk. We both realized they were talking to me. I took it as a compliment and they came over and talked with me, asking me (in English) what my name was. I found out they were 14 years-old and we exchanged a few words in both their Engish and my Spanish before they moved on. I took it as such a compliment and feel they were truly giving me the utmost compliment and respect.
Now back to Puerto Moreles -
We visited the Catholic Church in PM and met the priest. Terry asked the priest to bless a purchase we had made. He gladly obliged and said the blessing in Spanish. It was very touching. Both of us got a little emotional.

We did our morning walk past Desire (ho-hum) and all the way down to Dreams. We were surprised at the number of people that crowded the Dreams Resort considering the time of year it is. Lots of kids and way too many people for us.
On this day we did our normal beach hangout, Sol from Super Willy's thing, and went to a little beach bar for a snack. We met Fernando. Fernando is a waiter and also likes to box. He had a gash up on his forehead directly above one eye to show for it. He told us his fighting days were now over....it was peace and love now. We ordered ceviche and both of us were super surprised when Fernando brought it to us. It was the best ceviche ever. It had the normal shrimp, fish, conch, and pulpo but also had shredded cucumber. It was served with salsas to die for and of course, crispy tortilla chips.

Looking out from the place where Fernando waits tables

Later, we ended up going to Tacos.com as we had passed it down the street from us at the other Posada. OMG...again, tacos to die for. They had every type of taco you can imagine, and each order is prepare from scratch as you watch. It is family run by a husband, wife and their two sons. It is a must if you visit PM. By the way, Tacos.com is not their website and I don't even know if they have one.
We met some great people in PM, they had live salsa music one night at our little posada and oldies music the next night. Doesn't lull you to sleep but fun to listen to when you can't go to sleep. We ate again at Fernando's place, again at Tacos.com, and ate wonderful fish again at a beachside restaurant. We hung out at Unico's with a group of beautiful Mexican people then took a walk down the street past gorgeous homes on tree-shaded grounds on our way back towards downtown.

We watched the grand finale to an exciting PM major fishing tournament....lots of nice, big fishing boats and plenty of fishermen filled with testerone.

Love the Spanish word for "bug"

 Day turned to night and then it happened again. Next thing we knew we had no more clean clothes. It was Sunday morning and we decided we needed to head back to Merida after almost two weeks of tripping. Each of us had a backpack full of dirty clothes, along with an extra duffel bag filled with dirty clothes as well. We caught a taxi to the highway, bought our Cancun to Merida bus tickets at the ADO counter, hopped a very cheap ride into Cancun ADO on the Playa/Cancun Express, and caught the next bus to Merida. We were back in Merida "just like that".