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Cavewoman, you are living my dream too! I've been lurking on these boards for several months now and came upon this thread and only now felt compelled to post! I spent a couple of weeks in the Yucatan in July (mostly Tulum), and just fell in love with the place. Had an incredible Discover Scuba dive experience at Casa Cenote through the Cenote Dive Center in Tulum, and have been just itching to get back there and dive cenotes every day! Finally getting certified next month, and am heading back there in January. It's crazy, but just based on this one trip I totally want to move there someday...thanks for posting -it's always great to read about someone else living the dream:)
 
So is this the offsping of that funny looking brown and white little thing at Chac Mool that always gets half my sandwich (not the car chasing one)?
That dog has eyes genetically perfected for begging food.

For those that are familiar with the cenote dogs, yesterday brought a new one! We were at Dos Ojos, and there was the most brazen, fearless, sandwich-loving iguana ever there! Here's a pic of him climbing on my dive partner to get more sandwich bits... it was priceless. We tried giving him fruit, but he would have none of it - only sandwiches would do.

I think my partner is trying to explain the finer points of sandwich begging etiquette to the iguana.
 

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Oh, that is TOO funny!

Iguanas are cool, but they sometimes give visitors a start. We were at Naharon last June, and there was a French family there (or maybe they were French Canadian, but they were French speaking). Suddenly, they started screaming, and running about; when some English appeared, it became apparent that they had been frightened by a snake. They were pointing into a hole in the rock, and we came over (because I love snakes) to have a look. Peering inside, there were indeed scales . . . But there were also claws, and no snake I know has those. It was an iguana, resting away from the heat in the hollow of the rock. We told the family that, and they regarded us dubiously, and retreated to the other side of the pond.
 

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