mother/father's daughter: seriously. do not drink the water...

vacation is hard.

it's been a lot of sunning by the pools and the playa, walking around town to find coffee, fruit and sunscreen, trying on bathing suits and eating great dinners accompanied by copious amounts of margaritas or cervezas. yep. that pretty much sums it up.

hannah and i are asked on a daily basis if we are friends? that's code for lesbians in traditional catholic mexican culture... just in case that wasn't abundantly clear already. where are the boys? huh? two single ladies??? we tell them the boys are at home doing the laundry and this generally makes the waitstaff laugh their heads off, as they have, unknowingly, crept closer and closer to our table to hear the answer.

this is usually followed by shots of tequila, on the house. ooff.

yesterday, i made another new friend. cristobal. he's lovely, though he listens to crap club-house-dance-electronica-diskotecka music that makes my eyes cross. he does, however, make the most delightful juice-smoothie concoction i have ever had. orange/mango/guava/mint juice. throw it in the blender with some ice and voilà... wait, ummm... is that ice from filtered water...??? but, i can't bring myself to ask the question, as i will not be that kind of american in mexico. it is what it is... and we'll just have to wait and see...