After a couple of weeks in the interior of the Yucatan, where everyone comes up to my shoulder, Cancun was a bit of a shock. Enormous people everywhere, strolling hand in hand, necking on the beach, clambering on and off buses.
Tag: hotel
Winding (and wearing) down
Although I don't leave for another five days, I'm getting to that point in the trip where everything starts accelerating--pretty much all my reservations are arranged for the remaining nights, and my list of things to do is very small and manageable.
Merida
I saw two more clowns. One was just waiting for the bus, with little rainbow tears on his cheeks.
Ha.
Funny: a lobby full of clowns in a hotel I passed earlier today here in Merida--clowns at rest, chatting, smoking cigarettes, puffing up their orange Afros.
Fleeing
Just for the record, I'm in Mexico again. Neatly avoiding all post-election fallout. Dodging trauma by driving fast and not looking at headlines.
Winding down
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
Mexico, ho!
Part of the reason I'm not writing much as that I'm prepping for another short-notice trip to Mexico. Frantically trying to finish current book so I can get started on another book. Happily, I feel like I'm over the hump in terms of terrible hotels to visit, so maybe this trip will be more leisurely...Didn't I say that last time?
Public apologies
My first real oh-yeah-everyone-in-the-entire-world-can-read-this moment...
Dolly’s Hot Ketchup and other forgotten details
Last night just before I got into bed, I glanced at my little collection of notebooks stacked on the radiator and noticed my journal from my Lebanon/Syria trip from...geez, 1999?
A Cancun Coda
Cancun. I can feel you all shuddering from here.