


On day two, Jim and I took a ferry to Isla Mujeres where we rented a golf cart to tour the small island and visited a turtle sanctuary. As I took pictures of iguanas lazing in the afternoon sun, Jim scared me with a stick by saying that an iguana was running over my feet. I yelled, of course, and then hit him (you think that he would have learned from the pencil incident). We spent the late afternoon flopped on our backs on the beach drinking marg


On Day Four, we re-boarded the bus at 8:00 a.m. presenting our handwritten note with no problem at all. Bush was by then immersed in a summit meeting and didn't interupt our plans again. Chichen Itza was breathtaking--both figuratively and literally. I have never been so hot in my life but I was in awe the entire time. My brother has a special fascination with the

On Day Five we shopped at a place called 28th Street Market which boasts at least 100 shops and according to the locals is the ONLY place to go to get fair prices for, well, anything! Unfortunately, there were a lot of strikes against me from the start. First of all, I am not much of a shopper. I much prefer experiences to material goods so I tend to be rather impatient in settings where I foresee hours worth of shopping (that is not much of an experience to me). Also, I had not really formulated in my head what I wanted to get anyone (I tend to think about it and then get my shopping over with in a relatively short time span once I know what I want) so I wasn't mentally prepared, but the REAL issue turned out to be the many, many, many vendors trying to hustle you into their store. I got sooooo tired of people try


Day Six turned out to be one of the best days in recent memory. We started the day by meeting up with Mario, Laura and their daughter Leslie. We all tumbled into their car at 6:30 a.m., more tired than usual because of losing an hour to daylight savings and a late night before at the fiesta. We took the freeway with the intent to catch a ferry to another island called Holbox. On our way there we passed village after village of clear poor, but hard working people who had carved out an existence against the harsh backdrop of the jungle. We also almost killed ourselves as we spotted one of at least a million of the speedbumps that litter the freeway a little late and had to burn rubber before sliding over it a little fast. When we got to the dock, Mario let us all get out and went to go park. As he came back, he talked to the owner of an independent boat who offered to take us not only to Holbox, but also to an island inhabited by birds and a freshwater lake. The price would be $75 for the four of us...Mario was intrigued, but wavered until the guy also said that if we got lucky we might see dolphins. DOLPHINS! We were in. The bird island was fascinating. The hurricane had shoved literally tons of shells onto the island that glistened in the late morning sun. A short walk around the island revealed several animal inhabitants in

