Yep. Yep. Yep. Cancun was the bombdiggety. I grew up on the Gulf of Mexico so connecting with the water always calms my soul. However, the Gulf coast where I grew up catching crabs with a chicken neck on a string is as sludgy brown as gumbo roux. The water of the beaches in the Mexico Riveria is so clear, it is always a surprise to taste the salt, and the powdered sugar sand feels soooo fine on your donut toes. God, is it pretty, and I breathe it with all of me.
One lazy day, I happily swigged 700 beers and 50 fruity thangs, smoked a whole pack of Marlboros, and even enjoyed a HUGE cheeseburger without even getting out of the pool once. Heh heh. As evidence of swimming and soaking all day everyday, my pink self is burnt to a crisp like a hot dog rolling around for days in the 7-11.
Partying aside, nature was generous with the Yucatán. In an inlet where Cortes killed thousands of Mayans, we went snorkeling through a shady spring-fed river that ran through a dense jungle of mangroves, treating our eyes to the underwater caverns and coves of fossilized reefs and massive rock formations. I am sure Mexicans for miles heard a yip blasting from my snorkel tube when I spied an uuuugleeee ugly colossal jewfish bigger than me!!! (I almost drowned — no lie.) Soon I became one with the fishes, drifting alongside 3-4 foot long neon parrot fish and schools of assorted neon and silvery whatchamacallits.
Ahhh…. Mexico. Although the country has been raped throughout time, none could steal its beauty. Before other ancient cultures even knew to plant or bathe, there were whole kingdoms in this paradise. Houseplants we baby in pots grow wild in those jungles. To me, Mexico is the most beautiful place in all of the Caribbean.
N-E-WAYZ…. back to the real world today. And the damned Aloe Vera gel!
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