Last night I stopped by to see the production show that had been canceled the night before. First, congratulations to Carnival Ecstasy for using a live band, and for having the singers really singing, not backed up by a chorus of recorded voices.

The dancers, about twelve women and four men, were energetic, and performed athletic choreography. That being said, the show was a mishmash of melody, movement and chunks of story. I am not a devotee of musicals, except for Chorus Line, and the older musicals that had a story line. I walked out of Cats, and left last night’s show as well. So a lot of it is me, but the result of a passenger survey, came up with “It was OK.”

This morning, we arrived in Progreso, known for having the longest pier in the world.


Welcomed by dancers,


we boarded a van and headed to Dzibilchaltun. On the way we stopped in town to be welcomed by the Secretaria De Turismo Del Estado De Yucatan, Mayra Hernandez Perez-Casas. It felt strange to be with a group of travel writers being photographed by newspaper reporters.

From there to the Mayan ruins. Dzibilchaltun is small compare to Tumul, and tiny compared to Chichen Itza. There was not a lot to see; a carving in a grave,


the Mayan water source,


and an Iguana.


I asked if there was an area where the human sacrifices were performed. “Not here,” our guide said. “It was those Mayans who went from Mexico City to Chichen Itza that did that.” The city guys are always causing trouble.

Next a drive through Merida, and then on to lunch at Hacienda Teya,



about half way back to the ship. They served us big plates with appetizers, then more big plates of appetizers, then lime soup, then big plates of different foods. Finally desert, and we waddled back to the van, having eaten at the best Mexican restaurant I’ve come across.

Given the choice of what to do I’d pick Progresso. It’s an amiable beach town, with some nice hotels and a great beach.


Get a massage, and then walk across the street for some good local food.


Chichen Itza is about two hours away and worth your time. Merida is called the White City. Some say it’s because of the white buildings, but few of them are actually white. Others say it is how clean the city is kept. That’s closer to the truth. Merida is also one of the safest cities in Mexico. There are some remarkable murals in the Governor’s Palace. One shows the Mayan belief that man came from corn.


Do fat men come from popped corn? (I’m sorry.) But unless you are an architectural enthusiast,


Merida is not worth the drive.

X-Treme Country is the production tonight. I won’t attend. With all the Texans in the audience, I’m afraid if I walked out on that one, I’d be shot. So I’ll play it safe and get a taste of country in one of the bars.


The ship’s photographers do an outstanding job, and I have never seen so many people buying photos. There are formal poses, poses at a piano, and funky poses. Some take a little while to get comfortable.


Last day, tomorrow.


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