mexico, i love you...

crap. i love mexico. i mean, what's not to love? it's so hot even my knees sweat. so, plunge into the playa... that'll cool you right off. done. it's totally reasonable to wear a bathing suit as an undergarment at all times. no mascara needed, ever. i could easily exist here for quite a long time.

but, i really should learn spanish. it's embarrassing actually. i'm putting it on my list. take spanish.

our first evening here, when we still stunk of airplane, airport and sweaty customs lines behind the russian gymnastics team (??????) (who did not have the proper paperwork, 'cause they were having a helluva time getting into mexico), we ate at a small cantina called le petite paris. neither one of us could figure out why. there was nothing remotely parisian or french about the joint at all. we stumbled in because of an unannounced downpour.

a gentleman resembling napoleon bonaparte (in garb only) was sitting at an outside table. (maybe this was the french connection?) the drink menu had a photo of napoleon tucked away in the specials category. only, it was labeled as jack sparrow's specials. jack sparrow is not french. totally bizarre, but really, we just needed a beer and some chips.

today i watched a lighting storm over cozumel, the island that lies 10 kilometers east of playa del carmen. i sat in 83 degree sun, while i heard thunder and watched lightning in the distance. shit. get it now? i asked jordan if we could move here... he hasn't responded yet. but, he generally doesn't when i ask him things like can we move to mexico/vienna/geneva/london/anywherebuthere, etc...

i also intend to eat my weight in ceviche while i'm here... adiós amigos.