Isla Holbox and back home!

After Playa del Carmen we took a bus to Cancun and another one to Chiquilà, than a little boat to Isla Holbox. We stayed in a nice hotel run by an italian (what's that? where are all those italian in Italy?) called La Palapa in a beautiful rpom overlooking the ocean.
We forgot who we were and where we were.... we mingled with the population playing tombola in the main square and playing bagatelle table (I'm not sure it's what I meant!) with the children.
We woke up at dawn to dive in the clear waters and to have a long walk while picking up beautiful shells. Then back to the village where we had breakfast in the nicest place I've ever been... a gigantic ensalada de frutas y yogurt y granola y miel and a gigantic jugo de mango.

Then back to the beach to see the fisherman's return and the cleaning of the nets and the food for the birds.

Out of time and space!

After this dream we did the trip back to Cancun in the rickety bus crowded with mexican only who became superhappy when Andrea and I (foreigners) bought some 'handmade' snacks from the pitchman who stepped up on the bus and got up after a couple of miles.
Back in Cancun and at the airport we had to deal with a herd of italian with sombreros (please note that in the whole Yucatan and in the states of the south nobody wears sombrero which is typical in the north instead) and already complaining for everything.
We've been lucky to be the first 2 in row and to go away from them as soon as possible. Unfortunately we had the chance to see their rudeness while ordering water at the bar desk or by being superloud in the passangers area.
Then 10 and half hours to Rome and another 1 to Bologna. Finally home.
The garden is blasting flowers all over and Monocolo is happy we're home as much as we're happy to see him. We really missed him!
I woke up at 12.45pm and I'll be sleepy in a couple of hours. I need to clean the house and the clothes and need to prepare to leave to Rome tomorrow to visit for Easter.

It will take a while to 'digest' this combination of colours, tastes, faces, and views we have been through in those last 15 days.
It has not been a picture-tour even if we shoot a lot, I'm sure none of those pics will transmit anything we felt. I've always been out of time, of frame or moving.
But the pictures that slide slowly in my mind are way too beautiful to be remembered!