on a personal and totally non political moment...
oh do I love me some Mexico...its funny, because I universally get the strange cocker-spaniel look when I say the beautiful girl and I are headed south of the border...look we know that Tijuana is dangerous for americans, anyone with money for that matter...I hear the horror stories out of Cabo and Acapulco...the kidnappings in Mexico city...but all I can tell you is my little eastern corner of Mexico...in the Yucatan...its all tranquillo ...the Mayan people are wonderful and welcoming... they endure us...they are not phony ... not the smiling front desk of any hotel outside the US... we struggle but laugh through...their stumbling English...my halting...kitchen Spanish...lots of hand signals... me pointing at the money...cause after seven years I still can't count past fifteen...how some how i start using the handful of Italian and french words that slip into my mind when i can't communicate in English...the weather is bowels of hell hot...but strangely its tolerable on Isla.