{"id":1540,"date":"2015-07-01T02:52:00","date_gmt":"2015-07-01T02:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/07\/01\/isla-mujeres"},"modified":"2021-09-22T03:43:39","modified_gmt":"2021-09-22T10:43:39","slug":"isla-mujeres","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1540","title":{"rendered":"Isla Mujeres"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I could see the passenger boats cruising past me, seemingly every hour or two, before disappearing into the ocean blue.<\/h5>\n
“Amigo, they are going to Isla Mujeres, the island of women. Si, you should go!”<\/i>

<\/i>The dock was only a mile down the road, so I stuff my pack back with essentials, and head down to the pier to catch the next boat.<\/h5>\n
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The breeze cools the nap of my neck as I sit in the ocean side bar waiting to board. I see the allure of the beach life.<\/h5>\n
As the boat pushes back from the dock, the ocean water transforms into various shades of azure blue, hypnotizing me as we make our way to the Island. A local recommended renting a golf cart, as it is the easiest way to get around.<\/h5>\n
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It’s paradise, pure and simple. I quickly maneuver the one way streets and get my bearings straight, then hit beach after beach. A drink here, a bite to eat there, you go at your own pace as time stands still here.<\/h5>\n
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Local iguanas become my fixation, as the variety here is endless. I try to count the different types I see, but the incoming lullaby of soft waves breaks my concentration.<\/h5>\n
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Oh Isla Mujeres, you had me at “Island of Women”.<\/h5>\n\n\n
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