We've spent some time searching out places to eat. Breakfast always seems a bit daunting when you've spent a lifetime having oatmeal and toast. The Breakfast Americano loses it's charm after a while. Now it's plantains and tortillas first thing in the morning. Thank God for coffee. It's the universal elixir of life.
Our evening meals have been hit and miss. At hole in the wall restaurants, where they don't speak English, we resort to pointing at other customer's dishes that look interesting. This always results in surprises, both good and bad. At restaurants where they do speak English, we ask for recommendations. This can be surprising as well. I had "Flor de Calabaza con Hongos Fungi".  I worked feverishly on my smart phone translation app to figure out what I had just ordered. The fungi turned out to be mushrooms with pumpkin flowers. It was pretty good.

We have a garden pool we sit around, meet people and swap stories and experiences. We talked to a charming couple from New England who had just returned from Chichen Itza, a pre-Columbian city built by the Mayans. They were excited to talk about their adventures that included swimming in a Cenote, a clear water sink hole. It was a trip of a life time for them so we may be following their footsteps.

Carnaval is still in full swing. We have another parade to attend tonight. The hi-lights we're looking forward to: giant bats swooping down from the trees at dusk to signal the start of the procession. Then the swat team flooding the floats with strobe lights to add an extra festive atmosphere. There can never be too much sound, light, movement and colour at Mardi Gras.