Wednesday, Dec. 10, 2003 - 5:18 p.m.
Got to Playa. It’s really straight forward except for the fact that they allow two way driving on one way streets!! That actually is a good thing because if it weren't the case, I wouldn't be able to get out of the street where I'm parked since it ends at the ocean. I went around town three times before the parking spot opened up. I checked in at Pelican where the clerk is a wonderfully charming woman named, Gabrelle. The room is nice, it's on the second floor overlooking the beach. The seas seems a little calmer here. I ate chicken fajitas for dinner. (It's very Ameri-mex at this place. None the less it was very tasty. While I was eating I had my glasses on, had a couple Corona's and people watched.
CASE 1: Three young women get up from their place on the beach and go over to three Adonis like Ameri-studs. How do I know they were Americans? "Hola! Ya got an ashtray?!" Geez, I expected him to blow a bubble with bubble gum any second. No wonder Americans sometimes get a bad name.
CASE 2: Dog trots by on the beach...Male dog...with testicles. It shocked me!!!! You see, I'm used to seeing the Ameridogs of the world- the neutral dogs that pervade our society. This dog trotted along and was quite happy in his male-hood, thank you very much.
CASE 3: A visibly pregnant woman from, I believe Brazil (I could tell by her clothes, speech and the Brazilian flag on her friend's beach towel) She was wearing a bikini but had her top off (the beaches on the Yucatan are all top-optional) and she was admiring her own breasts. (no , Mike, YOU were admiring her breasts. No, it's not true, well, maybe...) She would sit up and look at herself. Lay down and look down, get up and look down, left then right. And her husband took pictures. Nothing erotic, just pictures of her from the waist up, lying there. They THEN asked the waiter to take a picture of them both while he held her and she emphasized her breasts. Maybe the hormones finally did for her what her Brazilian heritage could not, but she was happy and proud of them. (and no she wasn't admiring the work of a plastic surgeon either.) So, they finished up sunning and she put her top back on. Tuck here...lift there...run the finger along the bottom riiiiight there...NOPE, she's crooked...there! Perfect! They weren't even that big!!!!!
Digression: This entry almost did not happen. Before dinner I went on a walk to try and find Arturo's friends (didn't find them), went to a pharmacy to water and aloe to put on my slightly red skin. I left my handwritten diary there in the shop without realizing it! After dinner when I wanted to write I couldn't find it. I went to the pharmacy and it was there. They were toying with me about what it looked like but then produced it from behind the counter. I thanked them profusely and bought and ice cream bar out of a sense of repayment. It was a MEGA Cookies and Cream bar.
As I took my first bite, a few pieces of the chocolate coating fell off on a freshly swept part of the sidewalk and the gentleman sweeping was still there. I immediately bent over and picked the pieces up, looking for a garbage can.
The street had settled down for dinner and there were locals and a few tourists watching soccer on TV in the bars. I found a garbage can and threw the pieces away. I opened my hand and saw that most of the chocolate bits had melted. My entire hand was brown and I had no napkin. My instincts kicked in, I started licking it clean.
I pause....I am licking a Mexican Sidewalk...
I amaze myself....
Find a bar with napkins and finish up. Start writing my entry and look down over the beach...people are getting ready for time on the town...
FLASH FACT! Did you know that Australia Gold Moisture Lock smells like Coconut-Orange Dreamsicle (or St. Joseph’s children's aspirin)
Took a walk around town and watched soccer with the locals. Met two women from Calgary, Robin and Wendy (Wendy is Robin's mom) they are new partners in a restaurant (Captain Bob's) in Playa. Eric their partner (one of Captain Bob's sons-he has two-the other isn't really a working partner) is going to get me a list of places to snorkel. (I later find Eric is a whirlwind of an owner...the other brother gives me a list.) I ate a snack of Shrimp Ceviche there--it was EXCELLENT! Two Roaming Mariachi's come by and serenade a couple outside..they were amazingly good with their harmonies.
I head back to my room it’s about 10pm.
The beach bar closes after 7pm. Beach bar is closed. I can see the lights of Cozumel in the distance. Cooool...
A place down the beach has a dance floor that goes until the wee hours of the morning..I can barely hear them while I try and sleep....
