Mexico #7

Our last full day in Merida we took a taxi to Monumento a la Patria (father) which covered the inner circle of a huge square at the end of a mansion filled boulevard, Avenue Montejo. We strolled south with weird art every block or so. My personal favorites: a mass of broken boards like a house hit by a combination hurricane, tornado, and A bomb, a space age robot, and a bench covered in poofy pink puke.
Another couple of blocks found us at Palacio Canton/Museo Antropologia with artifacts from Chichen Itza and a guard who stalked us like the jaguars they displayed. One other couple studied the exhibits while we perused them with most narrative in Spanish - fine with me. Just missing the tour bus crowd we exited the aircon into the 90 degree heat. Every couple of blocks we stopped at a church and associated park. Parque Santa Lucia must be the patron saint of entwined couples as numerous people engaged in various acts and degrees of procreation - all male female variety. After the proposal - YOU'RE WHAT? - they move farther south to Parque de la Madre (mother for those not fluent in Spanish).
Following our usual McLunch, we briefly saw Alfonso trying to hustle more gullible turistas, bought Spanish books for our grandchildren, and fought the hordes of Hispanics back to our refuge, Doris Albino. Every afternoon I cannonballed the ninos from the pool, swam 3 laps in the frigid 33 degree pool water in under an hour, and drip dried watching the attractive, unattractive, lepers, and the little cocker crap on the sidewalk.
We planned on dinner at the hotel, but when we rang the service bell, no one answered, and the kitchen had no light on. Instead of Merida Mexico McD's 9 blocks away we elbowed our way through the Mercado/market to B.K. who ran out of ice one customer before. Coke ain't Coke without ice. Maybe it saved us from Montezuma's Revenge - Excuse Me - maybe not. I'm back and will spare you the grisly details.
Three and a half hours of rough riding, although less than Bucky, took us from Merida to Cancun. Our same Del Ray Caribbean Hotel gave us a different room with a compost toilet. A hole in the floor would be better. The shower had a clear window pointed at the neighbor's living room, so they could have some entertainment.
We rejoined Jock's at the airport, and they had a leisurely enjoyable stay at their villa. Jock did have a skin problem on his arm from a hammock. Sally is sick today, Monday, January 5th with Montezuma's revenge. Just remember these tips when visiting Mexico - hand sanitizer in the gallon container, bottled water in the 5 gallon container, if you find a clean banos/restroom stay close to it.
Speaking of clean, look what happened to both our vans sitting at the motel. I guess shit happens everywhere. More DonKey droppings are available at Amazon books, Four Keys Overseas.

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