Mexico "Way"

My stupid blurbs about anything and addition to the ups and downs of living in Cancun, Mexico.

Friday, December 28, 2007

The Authentic Mexican Experience Tour

After reading Heather in Paradise's blog about her visit to Walmart just before xmas, I was reminded of a blog I had posted myself of a similar Walmart experience with a tourist.

This is when I got creative and figured that if tourists really wanted an authentic Mexican experience, we could certainly give it to them. I posted this as a comment on Heather's blog and since she enjoyed it so much I thought I would post it for you all here, just in case you missed it:

We should set up a tour for tourists and call it “The Authentic Mexican Experience”.

We will make tourists sit in an apartment (token cockroach and scorpion thrown in for fun) and wait for the repair man to show up. They will roast from the heat of the day for hours on end and we’ll make them call the repair dude over and over again only to have him NOT answer.

Then when tourists want to shower they can’t. Hey, there ain’t no water here! And they won’t be able to cook either because there’s no electricity or gas. They certainly can’t leave because what if the repair man shows up? MUST HAVE UTILITIES! But of course, no repair man all day!

At night, they will have to use Jesus candles (JJ loves Jesus candles) for light and they have to refrain from going number 1 too much in el baño. Number 2 is strictly forbidden (for obvious reasons)!

When tourists finally get to sleep in their hamaca, we’ll have Mariachi show up at 4am to wake them up. When they finally get back to sleep again the repair man will start yelling up to their window over and over again and giggle and tell them some story about how he went out with his friends for a few drinks, got drunk and forgot he was suppose to come over.

For breakfast we’ll feed them a tamale (bought outside the Oxxo the night before) with some super hot hot hot green sauce and a warm beer. They won’t get to shower before they leave because the repair man says he doesn’t have all the parts he needs to fix stuff. He leaves and says he’ll come back later (yeah he ain’t coming back so don’t get your hopes up).

Since the 24 hour tour is almost up, we will send newly Mexican authenticated tourists on their way back to their hotel in a shared cab (music blasting and talkative taxi driver included of course!).

Now thats what I’m talkin about.

We could make at least $200 bucks a pop. Our target market will be idiots in the Walmarts.

I'm baddddd. LOL.

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Merry After Xmas

Hope you all had a wonderful xmas!

Mine turned out just lovely and was spent with good friends and an even better friend named Añejo. Unfortunately, Añejo isn't always my bestest friend the day after or the day after that, but when I'm with him....ohhhhh how much fun we have!

Xmas eve Miss Kristin y moi went to go see "The Golden Compass" (Side Note: I can never remember the real name of movies because they all have Spanish titles here. I actually had to look up the name of the movie so I could list it properly.). It was a perfect wintery movie and what made it even better was the fact that there was NO ONE ELSE IN THE THEATRE! After the movie we came back to my place and feasted on sushi and hummus and cheese and crackers. It was FAB. Of course it was accompanied by beverages which we enjoyed until the wee dawn.

Kristin's esposo and friend met up with us later and when Kristin was done and cranky I had to kick them all out so she could get some sleep.

I woke up quite early and putted around a bit before heading over Leta's to do a gift exchange and hang out. After that I headed to Lisa's where she had a fab spread and all the hung over people had Bloody Mary's or Mimosa's to recover from the night before.

After making a Merry Xmas phonecall back home, I called it a night and went sleepy sleep sleep.

Oh what fun it was.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Lazy Diesel Beach

(For you Kel)

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Happiness Running on the Beach

There's nothing I love more than seeing the pure joy Diesel gets when running on the beach. It's true you know.......animals do smile.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Pissed & Upset

I just bitched on the cancuncare forum and figured not all of you read it so I guess I'll just post what I wrote there, here too:

"I can't tell you how many times my car has been broken into, stereo stolen, windows broken, tires slashed, hubcaps stolen, running boards stolen.

And it doesn't end there.

This afternoon when I went to my car for lunch it wasn't in the same place. It was in the middle of the street, not parked by the curb like it was and someone kicked in the door....TWICE. They not only were pissed off enough to kick my door in twice, but just pissed off enough to get in my car somehow, release the break, MOVE MY CAR INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. Get back into my car and pull the break up so tight I could barely release it. This is all in broad daylight of course with construction workers doing work RIGHT NEXT TO my car, with offices and houses all within the area and my car alarm going off so that deaf ears could perk up.

There were some construction guys on the curb and they didn't ask if I was ok, if I needed anything, or tell me they saw anything. They were less than helpful and the information they gave was useless. Apparently the owner of a car parked behind mine came out, got pissed, smashed up my car and took off. I didn't do anything wrong, I did not block them in. Everything was ok. So I thought!

The construction workers failed to take a license plate number, description, NOTHING. Too bad for me I guess right? They just didn't care and didn't care to be involved. They literally went straight back to their conversation while I was asking them questions. And the thing I love the most is all the recourse I have. Because there is none. Call the cops? Very funny. No license, no witnesses no point. If my car could talk."

I didn't swear on the forum, when really I wanted to because it is a public forum. But this is my fucking blog and frankly I'm fucking upset and pissed and just don't fucking understand why the fuck this happened, or why the fuck people LET IT HAPPEN!


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Feliz Cumpleaños Janie!!!!

JJ already wrote a wonderful post about how great you are and I second, third and fourth everything she said about you in her post!!!

Best wishes to you! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Happy Birthday Janie!
I'm very lucky to have you in my life.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Bad Service at Starbucks!

So I'm waiting for my change..........and the girl runs off to go make out with her boyfriend.

I'm waiting while she makes kissy faces with him, and I look at the other folk behind the counter that are ignoring me because they are too busy gossipping with eachother to notice my existance.

After about 3 minutes I finally get someone's attention and say, "Y....mi cambio?". And the girl asks the kissy face girl what up....and the kissy face girl says something (I couldn't hear) and she goes back to kissy facing her boyfriend so that the girl I asked about my change, could finish her job for her. The best was that the girl who finished her job for her did it, didn't scold the girl or give her dirty looks or anything. Like somehow this is acceptable. "Don't worry, you go kiss your kissy faced boyfriend and I'll just give this chica her change!" Um...what huh? Am I the only person that sees something wrong with everyone behind the counter???

Plus my chai tea and Leta's coffee of the day were not very hot.

Sorry but that is just BAD and unacceptable from a company like Starbucks. I'm use to that behavior at many of the other stores I go to around here, but I didn't expect it from Bucks.

Shitty deal.

I just don't get how people could be irritated that you want to buy something from them.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Three Days in One!

Last Saturday was Leta's birthday so we decided to go to Playa del Carmen for the day and spend the night there. We stayed at the Blue Parrot suites which are very nice and we never have anything to complain about when we stay there. It helps that we got to stay for free because Leta knows the owners!

Our plan was to spend theday taking in some sun. "Mexico or Bust" just happened to be in town and I figured, heck, lets meet and hang out too! So that is what we did. We had a fun day at the beach gabbing and bitching and laughing. Here are a couple of shots of our day:

Have you seen so many hot chicas on the beach together or what????
When the sun started to go down, Leta and I went back to the room and chilled out a bit. We got ready for our night out and as we were, Donna called and said she and Craig would like to meet us for din din and some drinks. Works for me!!!
Here are Leta and moi before we head out for dinner:
We went to dinner at Playasia which was totally fab! We had a table that seemed to be up in the trees. The food was awesome, the service was great and the conversation was lots of fun. I love watching the dynamics between Donna & Craig. It's interesting to see people together that are in love and have known eachother for that long. Mostly it's just funny how much shit Donna gives Craig. HAHA. My type of man. He listens, he gives her the best and he does what she says! Yay Donna! Now FIND ME ONE!
After din din we went back to the hotel (isn't that a rap song?) and had some drinks and chilled out a bit. We decided that it would be good if Donna & Craig could see the fire show so we headed to The Blue Parrot bar and got a table right by the fire show. They no longer do it close to the palapa. I always wondered "what if" they torched the palapa and it went down. Well it has happened and now they've decided to be more careful and move the show out onto the beach.
Donna and craig really liked the show and after that they decided it was best to start driving back to Tulum. Leta and I tried to stick it out and party but we just weren't feeling it much so we called it an early night!
Here's a video clip of the fire dancers so you can get an idea of what they do (that is if you haven't seen it already):

We wanted to spend the next day on the beach but the weather was kind of iffy. We hit "bucks" (Starbucks), packed our stuff and headed back.
Was nice to get away but I have to say....there really is no place like home. Especially when you have 3 little furry (ok two, diesel has no fur) critters at the door just waiting to be around you.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Visit from Back Home!

I first met Donna in Kindergarten. I don't know why but we became instant friends. She was so nice and everyone liked her. Some of them too much. She's MY friend. Back off!

Unfortunately, in like grade two or something she moved and changed schools. :( That was the end of that!

Until grade 8 of course. I was such a cool cat wearing overalls on the first day of school. Iwas standing there sizing everyone up when I heard someone say, "Are you Liz?". Well of course I am...the one the only. HAHAHA. I recognized that it was Donna at once at we were able to continue our friendship through highschool up until this day.

Bascially I've known Donna for 25 years. A LONG TIME.

She just got married in September to Craig who she met when she left my elementary school and went over to where he was. I guess I can forgive her since they ended up marrying eachother! I posted some pics of my trip and her wedding right here in my blog. If you're not've seen them! LOL.

Anyhoo, it was finally time for Donna and Craig to take their honeymoon and they decided to stay in Tulum. They did not consult with me as to where was the best place, nor did they do any research, but they ended up staying at Dreams Tulum. While I know they had a good vacation, they did complain that being at an AI resort that far made it feel like a compound and complained that they couldn't just walk out or take the bus around town. I say I agree. But then....YOU DIDN'T ASK! Silly billies!

Last Friday I asked for the day off so I could spend some time with them. It was kind of important to me that they come and see where and how I live. No one has done this in the entire 5 years I've been here (except mom of course) and it just meant a lot to me that they make their way here. They rented a car and drove on down here. I was a little worried about them. I explained to them that topes come out of nowhere, that people drive with broken break lights, and pot holes the size of craters will suck them to their death.

Their rental car arrived late (surprise surprise) but they arrived in Cancun (after getting lost in the hotel zone) and I had bakery treats from Walmart waiting for them.

After showing them my abode, we stopped to change some of their money and then headed to Mercado 28. They didn't really like people calling out to them (I totally get that) so I decided to take them to La Isla to eat at that restaurant (name? kelly or janie?) overlooking the dolphins and the lagoon.

They really liked it there. Apparently the dolphin we saw was preggers and due right about the time we were eating.

We were lucky enough to be able to take a look at the shark aquarium as well as the parrots. The food was great (altho a little bit expensive for a local 880 pesos) and they loved the view and that made me happy!

We walked around La Isla a bit and then we headed back to my place. It was dark already and I didn't want them driving too late so I sent them on their way.

Here are some pics:

Love ya Donna!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

The Virgin of Guadalooo .... Who?

Yesterday after I read Canuck's blog about the Virgin of Guadalupe, I sat at my laptop confused.

Thankfully Becky came home and I was able to discuss it with her. Because if she didn't, I'd still be sitting here confused thinking to myself, "These folks are confused about all this Virgin stuff!".

Lets back up though because I was just reminded of something funny that happened while I was sitting there in my confusion.

Ring Ring.

My phone rings. I check the call display. It's Becky. So I say, "What up?".

She says, "Moco is on the railing of the patio!".

I say, "Oh shit. BYE!".

And I run out and get Moco who's chilling out on the railing of the patio. WTF? How did she ESCAPE? This cat is unbelievable! Houdini is right. Jeesh.

So anyways. Lets get back to the Virgin because lets face it, we like virgins. A lot.

So I started to get all up in arms as to why they (the folk here there in Mexico) decided to call the Virgin Mary the "Virgin of Guadalupe". To me, the Virgin Mary is the Virgin Mary and thats that. She's not some other virgin that they are calling Guadalupe. And the virgin they are calling Guadalupe says to the man on the hill top, "I am the mother of Jesus (most likely pronounced 'hey-zues')!". So if this virgin says, "I am the mother of Jesus", then she MUST be the Virgin Mary right? So what's up with the "Guadalupe" of it all?

So this lead to further investigations. Because frankly I don't understand, and now I've made becky confused too. So she gets online and starts asking her boyfriend questions about it. And then she's on Wikipedia looking for information as well.

Well lo and behold we have our answer.

Any apparations of the Virgin Mary are apparitions of original Virgin Mary. However, the apparitions themselves have names. The Virgin of Guadalupe is the name of the apparition of the Virgin Mary that happened on December 12th, 1523 on a hill in Tepeyac. Just as the apparitions of Mary all over the world have names. Here are 3 of them (there are many many many more):

Our Lady of Fatima - Our Lady of Fatima is the title given to the Blessed Virgin Mary by those who believe that she appeared to three shepherd children at Fatima, Portugal on the 13th day of six consecutive months in 1917, starting on 13 May, the Fatima holiday.

Our Lady of Zeitoun - According to purported witnesses, the Virgin Mary appeared in different forms over the Coptic Orthodox Church of Saint Demiana at Zeitoun for a period of 2–3 years beginning on April 2, 1968. The apparitions lasted from a few minutes up to several hours and were sometimes accompanied by dove-shaped luminous bodies. They were seen by millions of Egyptians and foreigners, including Copts, Eastern Orthodox, Roman Catholics, Protestants, Muslims, Jews and people of no particular faith. The sick and blind are said to have been cured, and many people converted to Christianity as a result.

Our Lady of Lourdes - The apparitions of Our Lady of Lourdes began on 11 February 1858, when Bernadette Soubirous, a 14-year old peasant girl from Lourdes admitted, when questioned by her mother, that she had seen a "lady" in the cave of Massabielle, about a mile from the town, while she was gathering firewood with her sister and a friend. Similar appearances of the "lady" took place on seventeen further occasions that year.

(Thanks to Wikipedia for all that awesome info!)

And "Our Lady of" or the "Virgin Of" goes on and on and on.

But even then. I will not stop. Because why change the name of the Virgin Mary at all? Like why not say, "The Virgin Mary on the Mountain Blue", or wherever she is. "The Virgin Mary of Cancun Waters". Wouldn't that make more sensey?

Well regardless, I learned something new. Any apparitions of the Virgin Mary have names too. And a lot of the apparitions appear as a Virgin that will most likely be accepted by those who view her. For example, if you had green skin, the virgin would probably appear to you with green skin too. You know, so you don't freak out.

JJ's kits "Lava" and "Seca" probably see the virgin in kit kit form.

Ok well, this post is totally going south but you get the idea now. I totally thought the Virgin of Guadalupe was a real woman who was a saint who never had sex. Now I'm a total expert on the situation. And SO ARE YOU!


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Merry Xmas from Playa del Carmen

This is how they wrap it up!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Moco Escape Caught on Video!

The cell phone reception in our apartment is bad so sometimes we go out onto the patio to talk. So as not to let the kit kits outs, we shut the patio door. All but a millimeter that is. Because you know, we have to get back in and all!

As we yap our heads off around the corner without a care in the world, we figure all is well. But then comes Moco sniffing about, looking for her bigger and better gig. Meanwhile we sit there wondering....WTF? How the heck did that happen? How did she get out?

I'll show you how it happens. She's aggressive and means business. Here she is:

(Note Gecko Poo on patio step in front of door!)

I wanted this to be a post about my long weekend (I took Friday off)but it looks like I will need some time and motivation for that as there are pics and stories to go with. I'm not so much in the mood (sorry!) and when I realized I had the Moco vid I thought I'd throw that in for "in the meantime" entertainment.

I will tell you more about my visit with my friend Donna (I've known her since Kindergarten), Leta's Birthday in Playa del Carmen and my hang out day with "Mexico or Bust".

I shall fill you in but for now....smarty Moco will have to be the entertainment.

P.S. Am I the only one who hates hearing their own voice? Bleck!

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Let's Write A Story Together!

I have a friend that I met online years ago. His name is Eric and he's from Oregon. We met (online only...have yet to meet in real life) because he was going to take a vacation to Cancun and was asking questions about coming here. Unfortunately, his friends bailed and he never made it to Cancun but our friendship continued.

One day we were being silly and decided to write a story together. He would write a paragraph, and then I would write a paragraph. Or maybe it was he would write a sentence and then I would write a sentence. WHATEVER the case we still wrote it together.

I just found it in my email and literally laughed out loud several times. It was funny to me anyways....maybe not to you, but I'm going to share it anyways!

Here it is:

WARNING: Some of this may be considered explicit.

I looked down at my feet. My toenails looked ok from afar but I could
tell that maybe I should do something about them. I was looking to get
laid tomorrow night and perhaps the guy I'm planning on meeting has a
foot fetish and would get totally grossed out that my toenails aren't

Of course, they haven't been perfect for a long time. I guess it all
started when I was back in 'Nam in the early 70's. I was assigned to a
rouge, black-ops special forces division (Bravo company) just outside of
Laos. Back then, I never had to "look" to get laid, as there was a
"me-love-you-long-time" girl around whenever I needed a quick fix. I
actually became good friends with a Vietnamese bar owner named "Fast
Louie". I'll never forget what he said to me the first time we met.
"Ahhh. You a super-rucky man! You win rottery! Herro? You listen me?
I have perfect girrr fo you. Rooka ova here..."

Oh the days back in 'Nam when I actually knew I was a man. These days
I'm not so sure. When I said that I thought I should do something about
my toenails, I meant that I should re-polish them. Is that ok? Or is
that bad? In all honesty, I think it looks very pretty and if some guy who
has a foot fetish is really interested in feet, he'll want to screw me
no matter what. You listen me? Cuz I want to grow old with you.....I'll
even let you hold the remote control.

But Christ, who am I kidding? I just got done watching The Wedding
Singer for the 400th time and I think it's bring back flash backs. The
only reason I now find myself questioning my own sexuality is due to the
repeated gang rapes I endured in the Canadian POW "death" camps after
our plane was shot down over BC on our way back from Laos. You don't
know pain until someone repeatedly takes your manhood by using a Durian
on you in a variety of creative ways.

But I think I've healed quite a bit since then. I've gone from yelling
"Stella" in the streets to thanking the wa wa wa wa water boy for
bringing that much needed thirst to an end when the stench of Durian was
too hard to handle. I know I said I was fussing about my feet and that
I wasn't too sure of my sexuality. But I know I'm a man (what are you
good for) and I'm (absolutely nothing) a man that fits the bill. Just
like the rest of them. The difference is, I like tea.

Of course "tea" is just my pet name for porn. God I love tea. Come to
think of it, I obsess even more over tea then I do over my god-awful
feet, which are god-awful by the way. I was thinking just the other day
that I should film my own "tea" session. But then it occurred to me
that no one wants to see a "man" with the scars of war and Durianian
humiliation on camera humping some 50 year old biker chick in need of a
breast reduction. Oh the humanity of it all!

That's it. I quit. All this guy ever talks about is sex or war. It's
sick and an insult to my thought provoking writing. But who am I kidding,
I'm the one always bringing up sex because I am such a naughty girl.

God I love Oregonian men......

True Dat!

I don't talk to Eric every day but it's nice to know he's out there and whenever we do chat he tells me he loves me and I tell him how hot and sexy he is.

One day we WILL meet. Because hey, JJ is right there next to him and frankly, Oregon is not too far off from the Van to the Cit to the Y.

Eric is a cool dude. And I really think I should paint his toe nails one day.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Vacation Day to Isla Mujeres - Part 2

Leta and I can see the Island in the distance and we start to get excited because we get to play tourist!

I decided to walk up towards Buho's because I remember the beach being so heavenly there. It's been more than a couple of years since I've visited Isla so it was nice to be back. There's something about that "Island Feeling" that you just can't get on big land masses.

As always, I like to poke my head into the pretty little cemetary they have there. Leta chose not to go in. She has issues with a bunch of dead people in one place. I on the other hand find cemetaries to be really peaceful places.

This is what the cemetary looks like upon entering (notice the new hotel in the background):

Here's one of my favorite pics that I took in the cemetary:

Who ever is in here must LOVE green:

I really haven't been to any of the other beaches on Playa Norte besides Buho's. So we decided to check out one of the beaches that is just before Buho's. It was kind of crowded with people and we were being harrassed by dudes that wanted to sell us chairs for 150 pesos. We were bothered by the fact that we couldn't just be on the beach peacefully and check everything out. We didn't really like the area and I was sadly dissapointed with the lack of beach on Playa Norte. It was sad. The last few hurricanes really did damage to the beach that I remember use to go for forever and ever.

We quickly left the beach and the shouts behind us and decided to just hike it out to Buho's. Again, I was disappointed with the lack of beach but we managed to nab two loungers for 100 pesos which included two soft drinks.

Here's an idea of what the beaches have become:

That was the view to the left and this was the view to the right. I mean we still enjoyed it but we just didn't expect it to be like that.

Now here comes the next lesson for the day. Being in tourist mode doesn't mean you will thoroughly enjoy yourself. Being in tourist mode, means you turn into a stupid idiot (no offense to tourists) and then are pissed off at yourself for being a stupid idiot.

There was a peanut dude selling peanuts on the beach. He was probably about 10 feet away when Leta says, "Ohhh he's got pistachios!", and I say, "Ohhhhh he's got pepinillos!!!". Before we know it the dude has scooped the two up and handed us bags, and Leta decides to ask for some Japanese nuts as well. So he scoops them up and then he says, $150 pesos. To which I pretty much respond to (in my head), "FUCK ME $150 pesos! YOU SCAMMER!".

These bags are not the giant bags you buy in Costco and get yes, expensive nuts like Pistachios. These are small bags. It shouldn't have cost us more than 50 pesos for the 3 bags. I'm not shitting you. So I tell him, "Oye, es eso una broma? Mira, vivimos aca y tu y yo sabemos que ese precio no es correcto. Yo puedo irme a Costco y comprar mas cacahuates y tu sabes eso!". TRANSLATION: "Hey, is that a joke? Look, we live here and you and I know that that price isn't correct. I can go to Costco and buy more peanuts and you know that!" He goes well, there is the small, medium and large bags. I gave you large bags and those are PISTACHIOS. PISTACHIOS ARE LIKE GOLD! I was like, "No mames, de verdad, no cuestan mas que 50 pesos y porque la otra mujer por alla no tiene sus cacahuates en bolsas? Estan en un plato. Es diferente para ella, y cuestan mas para nosotras porque pensaste que somos touristas o que?". TRANSLATION: "Don't suck me, truthfully, they don't cost more than 50 pesos and why does that other woman over there not have her peanuts in bags? They are in a plate. It's different for her and they cost more for us because you thought we were tourists or what?"

Now you must understand Leta to know that she flies off the handle. I get mad. And sometimes I get scary, and sometimes I say shit I probably shouldn't. But don't get Leta mad because she talks loud and the veins start popping out of her neck and even though she's short, she's got big muscles and is really scary. So I decided to take this battle as to not scare off the tourists more than they needed to be scared.

He finally gives in and says, "Ok 90 pesos.". Like he did us some sort of favor (notice I left out the "u" in "favour"....maybe I'm not Canadian anymore??). It was way too much still but I just gave him the money so I could enjoy the rest of my day.

And just to piss him off a little bit more, I asked for my Limon on my pepinillos since he SURPRISE, didn't put the lemon on like I asked for in the FIRST PLACE! Then he was cheap with the limon on top of it. JERK.

To add to the ripping off festival, this poor guy got charged 100 pesos for 1 bag of pistachios. Because I was a total biatch about it, we got 3 for pretty much the same price. But he didn't know how to argue and didn't realize it was a rip off until we explained to him what happened to us.

He was a bit upset but then referred to the standard, "Oh well I'm on vacation, I don't want to argue.". Firstly, this peanut dude had various bags and manners to serve the stupid peanuts. HE DIDN'T ASK US WHAT SIZE OR NUTHIN! Secondly, I'm sorry but there is a reason tourists get ripped off. YOU MUST BE ON YOUR TOES ALL THE TIME and speak up if you think something isn't right.

Leta and I were mad at ourselves for slipping into tourist mode and not stopping him to ask questions and get the scoop. Unfortunately, if tourists always think, "Oh well I'm on vacation I don't care!", this whole ripping off thing gets taken to a whole other level. People have to start putting their foot down. You know....just a suggestion and all.

So. I decided that stupid bag of pepinillos wasn't going to tie me over so I asked for a menu. The menu looked great and the prices matched. Leta and I ordered what we wanted as well as our free diet cokes and life was back to normal.


Our food comes and a different guy brings it out and asks for the money. I give it to him and say thanks and he's still standing there. Staring at the money like it's not right.

Here we go again.

He says, this cost this and this cost this.

Oh here we go AGAIN!

So the battle begins. Leta and I disagree with the price. I tell the dude that we wouldn't lie about what was written on the menu and we tell him to go get the menu.

So he brings back a menu except this menu has stickers all over the prices and they are higher than the menu we looked at. A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PRICE LIST than the previous menu. So we tell him, dude, this is a different menu, this is complete bullshit. I guess you get no tip. He starts swearing under his breathe and disrespects us and storms off.

So I call the guy we ordered from and I say, "Tenemos un problema.". He says, whats the problem. I tell him we ordered from you, we wanted to pay the prices that the menu said, and then the guy tells us different prices and brings us a different menu. Whats the dealio? He says, don't worry about it, all is well, enjoy the rest of your day.

Well we try. With adrenalin running through our veins. LOL. We soak up more sun and watch a couple of tourists delight in the purchase of a coconut from a guy on the beach. They drink up and I snap a couple of pics of the transaction:

Shortly after we decide to head back and take the ferry back to Cancun. We did enjoy our little adventure although it would have been nicer without the rip off artists. Oh well.

I really hope the beach beach gets back to its previous glory. Isla is a beautiful quaint Island that so many people fantasize about spending time on. It is certainly not Cancun, which is thankfully, part of the reason why it is so loved.

JJ will be heading to Isla in February so I'll take more pics and post a report again. This time, I'll have my "Local Cap" on to avoid any more peanut and menu problems!

(Side Note: Blogger is a piss off to work in!)

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The Daily Coyote

Oh my gosh!!!!!

If you are an animal lover and you want your heart to melt, simply check out the Daily Coyote.

Read from the bottom up to catch up with the story.

Excuse me while I go talk baby talk to myself and pretend to nuzzle my nose in Charlie's neck.

Lordy I'm going to die of love and cuteness.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Vacation Day to Isla Mujeres - Part 1

Whether you like it or not, day to day living in Cancun can be quite trying. I'm sure you've heard me bitch about it once or twice so it's nice to play tourist for a day and get out of Cancun.

Leta and I decided to head out to Isla Mujeres last Sunday. I had had a horrible Friday night, and unfortunately after a nice day at a local beach, the return to my car wasn't so great either. Lets just say flat tires more than once and two of them in less than 24 hours wasn't what I was looking forward to. So I figured I needed to get away from it all and headed to Isla last Sunday.

We decided to take the Ultramar from Gran Puerto and were excited to get on our way. It was an absolutely beautiful hot sunny day out and while we waited to board we snapped some pictures and giggled like geeks.

We decided we would sit up top of the ferry to feel the wind in our hair and enjoyed the view even before we took off.

Here are some shots of the beginning of our little trip and the ferry ride over:

Part 2 to come.......

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