Cancun. I can feel you all shuddering from here.
Category: Travails of a Guidebook Author
Fancy Hotel Towels II
Here's another--actually kind of novel: an iguana! (I guess.)
Fancy Hotel Towels I
Just so you know what I'm dealing with when I complain about Mexico and having to smile politely when people show me the 47th room with towels folded like swans.
The Lord’s way of saying…
...it's cool to procrastinate!
Dear Diary…
I've been holed up in my house--mostly--trying to write this guidebook. Which really means wandering around the house, stacking the newspapers, picking my calluses, washing the dishes...
Not exactly live poultry, but good enough.
This, along with many other miniature store renderings, was in the "museum" at the glitzy Xcaret eco-park south of Playa del Carmen.
The Radar I Have, As It Pertains to Restaurants*
Last night I realized mine needs to be specially recalibrated for Mexico.
Of dogs and pigs
So that dude who asked me if I partied... As the conversation got going, I thought, Nooo, he can't possibly be so sleazy as to hit on me, I mean, that's just too sad and predictable.
Welcome home!
This is what the guayabera-clad staff of luxury hotels seem to have taken to saying to arriving guests, even when it's just me driving up in my lub-lub-lubbing little blue Bug, with big sweat stains under the arms of my sink-washed shirt.
Sabroso!
I actually had a stupendously good meal: lunch at this little restaurant in some woman's house. Salpicon (shredded beef with a vinegary sauce, radishes and cilantro) preceded by this really nice creamy black bean soup. All the jamaica (hibiscus) I could drink.