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Mexico Day 1 & 2: Cancun

For the first two days, we had the more or less quintessential Cancun spring break experience....well, we tried but we were too old. We watched other people have it. But we did spend $50 on tacos. And here you see us drinking $10 margaritas. When a margarita in Mexico costs $10 you gotta drink it like you mean it. Wearing a paper shark hat.

We stayed at a modest (ghetto?) hotel right across the street from the place where the ferries take off for Isla Mujeres. There was a pool that we didn't swim in. We bought a bottle of Bacardi and a pair of sunglasses from the store downstairs, and had a couple of very lovely breakfasts. There was a public beach within walking distance, where Chris ate mango and I ate coconut and we took turns sitting in the shallow water...

Mexico Day 3 & 4: Isla Mujeres

On Isla Mujeres we accidentally caught a sunset from the beach while drinking free margaritas and being serenaded with boleros. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time. I'm not sure which parts of the island I want to chronicle, and which would better be forgotten. For example, part of me doesn't want to mention the bedbug situation at the Caracol hotel, but then part of me is pretty sure I won't ever ever ever forget it.



Oh, it felt sooooo goooood to get out of Cancun! Would I like to live on an island, I wonder? I sure do like the feeling of being on an island, though I've never done it for longer than a week. We didn't find a boat to sail on, so Chris had to be content with the ferry ride. Sorry, darlin.


Crazy bridge is way funner when you're on an island. Live music was playing right there next to the hotel, with all the cute bars and so we had to go down and have some drinks and play some cards both nights we stayed there. Here you see my poker face, which aspired to be a cross between seductive and cunning. Unfortunately, I was drunk, so it just looks like I'm drunk. Above that picture is the one where I captured Chris's reaction to my poker face. I'd hoped it would be a cross between intimidation and intrigue, but I think he was just laughing at me.
There's that beautiful water/sand combo that keeps me hanging on. It turns out that on the beach, the color of a white person's skin after a long winter is THE PERFECT camouflage. When I stepped into the water, my feet completely disappeared.