Okay, so I'm gonna learn Spanish and move my ass to Mexico.
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Even in late season (it gets shit-hot in the afternoon) Cancun is paradise. I learned a few things:
1. I get seasick (luckily, I recruited a second photographer so we still got 1,400 photos over three days out on the water, two without me).
2. In a place as sunny as Cancun, you can get sun anywhere, even in the shadowy depths of a veranda (with a cool sea breeze fluttering the pages of your book as you sip fresh watermelon-lime juice and listen to the murmer of the Caribbean).
3. Waggle your index finger at the shot girl before she slaps you, pours a sticky blue drink down your throat, and demands American dollars (she'll make bad change).
4. Never tell your gardener how much you make (and don't go national with chicken feed).
Since I couldn't go out on the boat (though just before I got seasick my first day, I caught a sizeable dorado [aka mahi-mahi]), I helped my friend pitch her charter to hotel concierges up and down the 18-mile long
zona hotelera, bobbed up and down in the clear blue 80+°F water, rested in cabanas with fruity cocktails (coconut rum + orange, pineapple, and cranberry juices + Midori melon liqueur = yum), bought the world's nicest leather jacket at a deep discount (plus two pairs of killer jeans), ate like a king, smelled great (first-class toiletries and moisturizers at the hotel), said "muchas gracias" a lot, wrote, read, and played like a five-year old in the surf.
I feel great. I wanna go back. But I'll settle for just feeling great, for now.