Día 1. Long, long layover. I remember hearing somewhere that women in general will speak significantly more than men in any given day. This was more apparent to me in the airport terminal than anywhere else. In a crowded area by my departure gate, there was this lady sitting next to me. I was keeping myself occupied with my magazine, and others around were conversing amongst themselves. But this lady continued to jabber and jabber on her cell. I don't know if it's just me, but I get drawn in when people use their phone nearby; I don't wan't to, but I can't tune it out. On a normal call I normally don't mind, but when someone talks for a significant amount of time on a cell phone... it just gets irritating. I suppose that I could have moved, but I didn't want to lose my seat and like I said before, you get drawn in (something like looking at a car accident).
But much more entertaining was watching this poor guy trying to pull a cell phone away from his wife as their plane was about to leave. As the airline attendants were calling general boarding, this lady continued to talk on her phone as her husband, carrying all of their luggage on his back, beckoned her to hang up. It would have been more fun if the plane had left without them.
Día 2. You Chinese, Over Here. I would recommend that people stay away from the typical tourist traps. My guidebook said that the best place to be in Cancun is the Hotel District. I disagree. There is not much there that is any different from other vacation spots namely Orlando or Miami. if I wanted to look at Western imports of perfume and clothing that I can't afford, I really don't need to fly to Mexico. Planet Hollywood, Hardrock, and even Hooters... give me a break. Downtown Cancun is much more interesting and I prefer eating in Mexican restaurants with a majority of Mexican patrons. The English supposedly have terrible food, so why would I want to eat where they go. [Note: somebody got shot around 50 times yesterday in the downtown area, so maybe the touristy areas may be a better place to go afterall].

Playa de Carmen has a nice beach but I found the shopping area naseautingly stereotypical of a tourist trap. Imagine the worst stereotype of a Mexican accent, "You Chinese, over here." Ugh... no thanks.
Día 3. Zucratista... They're Grrreat.I find it amusing to see familiar products localized in Mexico. Wal-marts here are pretty much the same, although they do sell lychee here. The Mexican version Chedrauii is also all over the place. I needed to get my usual Old Spice barro desoderante and hair gel ultra-fuerte (rather than super-fuerte of course).
Día 4. Mexico 307. The roads here are frequented with import cars that we don't see much in the States such as Peugot and the other French one (I don't remember the name), but also familiar manufacturers have some unfamiliar models. See if you can match the model and manufacturer.
1. Nissan 2. Chevrolet 3. VW 4. Ford
a. Corsa b. Lobo c. Platina d. Pointer
Answers 1c 2a 3d 4b
Día 5. La Zona Libre. I saw the Free Zone across the border from Chetemal to Belize. My family has a shop here. Check out Rexo if you're ever in the area. I don't quite understand the point of the Free Zone; the district is behind metal fences and the borders are secured. Supposedly Belize is trying to encourage development by allowing companies to sell goods out of Belize without having to pay duties. Although the workers are Belizian (except for some of the girls at Chili Willi- so i hear...achem- but that discussion can wait for another time), goods can only be sold out of the country. No Belizians can buy stuff here; no one lives here. After closing time for the stores, there is a mass migration of workers back to Belize, shoppers back to Mexico, and gamblers into the casinos. Stuck in traffic for an hour. The traffic control is nuts (used to be done by kids I hear).