Ife Caught a Bexicad Code
I have a cold. I didn’t sleep worth rice and beans last night and my head feels like it’s three times its normal size… not a bad thing, I suppose, as I am known for having a freakishly small head…
Anyhoo. We got school done despite my best efforts, nodding off at the table… body completely devoid of caffiene- I hate coffee when I’m sick… urging young ones to ‘go play on Mummy’s computer…. We’d have bagged it altogether, but, ummmmmm… we, like, did that yesterday.
Because… we took off early for breakfast in nearby Progreso, where we could enjoy highspeed wireless with our huevos. And stroll The Malecon- essentially a boardwalk, minus the rides and Thrasher’s Fries- with the endless stream of visiting Gringo’s from the two cruiselines docked at the local port. OhmiGod. By 10:30 in the morning our sleepy little Puerto had turned into Decreptitude, Inc. Honestly, an incredible transformation. Town was suddenly abuzz with activity: markets, beer, endless tables lined up on the beach selling $20 massages, beer, Margaritas, music, more shit to sell, beer… 10:30 in the morning?!?! It was crazy.
Granted, I’ve never been on a cruise, so I’m unfamiliar with what goes on at the various ports of call, but galldurnit, I was fearing a “me so hawwwwny…” moment there in the middle of this nearby normally tranquilo beach, as I dragged kids away from the rows of Margarita laden massage victims and their eager and so very friendly ‘masseuses’….
However, Hubby is heading back next week. Cruise Ship Monday… his last chance for a $20, one hour rub-down…. Erk. Men.
