We were in Cozumel last March, on the ill-fated Cruise That Wouldn't End. Nice people, especially the proprietors of the little restaurant near the interior of San Miguel where we had lunch. Good carnitas, great margaritas.
At the time, I didn't even think about the largely ramshackle construction I saw around me: thatched roofs, flimsy wooden buildings, and those were the tourist traps. The homes of the people who actually lived there, as is usually the case with any so-called "resort" area, were even worse.
So needless to say, this was an unwelcome sight (click for larger image):
That was taken yesterday morning. Cozumel is that island in the center of Wilma's eye. Wilma hit it as a category 4 hurricane, with sustained winds of 145 mph. She's currently parked over the Yucatan coast of Mexico, where they can expect another 24 hours of 120 mph winds and up to 20 inches of rain. Wilma is expected to turn next week and hit Florida, which sure doesn't need another hurricane. I hope everyone in the path of this baby manages to stay safe.
In other news, it looks like The Wife won't be going to Cancun next weekend either.
When a hurricane hits Vegas, I'll know its time to pack it in.
MMM, I don't know, Pete. You're starting to sound like a character from the X Files. Where Pete goes, hurricanes follow.