The sunrose just outside our door and got us out of bed pretty early
Margaret, Sarah, me and Allison at the hotel
We ate here everyday, at Zama's. Sometimes twice
We rented bikes and rode to the Mayan ruins and explored, the sun beating down. More sunscreen please!
We also rented a car and were able to experience the roads being built, literally in a matter of hours
These are pics from the Katrina aftermath in Cancun
The Hat
Yum...fish tacos/salads and pina coladas brought to us as we lounged
Guacamole, chips and margs at least twice a day
and beers
In fact, it was the promise of free tequila and beers that lead us to this man: our Mexican drunk uncle,
or Drunkle as he is now known. He actually had to bribe us to eat at his restaurant and kept us there
against our will by using his loopy Mexican magic and calling us his queens. We were under his spell
What was it about Drunkle that drew us to him? Was he able to defy gravity?
Or physics?
Or, was it all a ploy to hypnotize Sarah and keep her with him always in room numero uno?
Ah Drunkle....he shall remain as mysterious to us as the shrimp he served
Many evenings were spent at the bar that featured swings instead of stools. The two bartenders were Mike
and Dike. Mike made the best salted margaritas on the beach and Dike told us captivating tales of far off lands
Margaret and Sarah
HAM-mock
Since the lights all shut off at 11:00, we had many adventurous walks on the beach. Sometimes by moonlight
