*B*'s camera has all of the other pictures, the gorgeous scenery, the ruins themselves, me clinging to the walls. The reason that I only took these two pictures is that right after I took them, I started crying and hyperventilating. What was I thinking?? I can't even ride in glass elevators without freaking out. And I'm standing on top of an 850 foot tall building with no railings or protection from falling.
In the end, a very nice British couple and our awesome tour guide, not to mention my husband hee hee :o) helped me down the ruins. They helped me sit down and slowly inch to the stairs, which were one brick's width from oblivion. I wish I had pictures of it, but my fingers were digging into every single little fingerhold I could find. When it was all over, I was - and am - glad we did it. But you can't pay me to go up to the very top again.
The next day was much more subdued, though not without surprises. We went to Isla Roatan, which is part of Honduras. We booked an excursion to kayak in a clear bottom kayak, snorkel, and meet animals.
What they called kayaking was really more like shallow canoeing. *B* and I were in a boat together. But apparently we misunderstood what they meant when they gave directions, and we took on water. We missed almost all there was to see in the kayaking portion.
I'm not the world's strongest swimmer, but I made it through the snorkeling alright. We got to see tons of coral and fish. It was amazing. I'll post pictures of the first two legs of the excursion as soon as we get our waterproof cameras developed.
We went to a prayer service at midnight on Christmas Eve. The next day, we wore Christmas attire all day long. We drew quite a few stares and amused looks.