Yesterday’s merriment is today’s five-alarm hangover.

Being woken up at 8AM (Loraine’s 7 year old grandson serves as bouncer here, and he needed to know if I was checking out… not sure why it had to be at 8, but ok) didn’t help. What did help was the fact that it was much cooler and breezier out. Easily the most pleasant weather I’ve had since I landed in Cancun. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still hotter than hell. It’s just hell in January.

I decided to book the 3-day sailing tour. But they told me it might not happen. They didn’t have enough people signed up. If they’re still short at 5PM, they’ll cancel the trip. So I reserved a spot, but didn’t pay anything yet. I crossed my fingers that some really cool people suddenly realize they want to spend the next three days at sea.

I spent the day lounging, walking around town, swimming, and chatting with locals and travelers. At Sports Bar, I was given a Belizean hot sauce primer by the waitress Shakira. The sauces are legit and went nicely with my chicken burrito.

I walked by Raggamuffin Tours a few times today and was told that the trip depended on one couple who was still on the fence. It turned out to be the NY Frenchies, my old trivia nemeses. I talked with them a bit and must have managed to convince. So the trip is a go!

All I know about the rest of the people on the trip is that it’s a group of five. So far, I’ve met plenty of groups of five, including a bunch of young French women. As enticing as that might be, I can only imagine what the trip would be like if I ended up being the only non-francophone on the boat.