I made it back into the country. Phew. The immigrations people really crack me up though. They ask you these random questions, for what reason I don’t know. One guy asked me, on my way back into the US, what my occupation is, what is the use for this question?! What am I going to say….”I’m an arms dealer and I have a huge shipment coming in so please let me through”…or….”I’m a mule and I need to get to a bathroom ASAP before lethal amounts of cocaine leak out of the tiny balloons I swallowed or my small intestine ruptures and I end up in the emergency room squandering all my profits on surgical fees and ambulance rides. I’m quite sure that would not be covered under my current benefits.”
I’ve checked my email all ready, which I did NOT do at all while I was there, suprisingly the place did not burn down without me and the world actually continued to spin. Crazy.
Trip highlights:
BUCKETS of Quacamole. I’m not kidding you. It was fantastic. I was elated and now I am crying that I can’t call room service and have another bucket delivered.
HOT HOT HOT SUN. My god it was beautiful there. I couldn’t quite get over it and spent a lot of time plotting how I could buy a house there and Ben and I would start a Gringo taco stand where we would only accept US dollars and speak no Spanish. That would be amazing.
Here are some tidbits of stories that are too long to accurately explain in this meduim:
Water taxi almost running out of gas and having to steal it from another boat in the dock, getting the best seat in the house for the “Mexican Show” at the office and realizing that would involve lots of tequila and ridiculous shinanigans with old people on vacation some of which involved popping balloons in provacative places, yelling at the cab driver “No Mas mui rapido” as he flew down the streets of cabo and him calling me “mui loco”, buying singilar tampons from the bathroom attendents personal supply for a US $1 a piece (!!), getting overtaken by a wave in the ocean and finally realizing that when people say its dangerous to swim out there they are not paranoid freaks but are probably onto something, reading a whole book that was mindless and wonderful, buying Corona’s and muffins at Walmart because I am cheap, stealing limes from the bars for said Coronas……the list goes on and on. I had a great time. I miss it already and I do not want to go back to work.
