Day 12: Happy Hour
Intending to spend the day sunning my backarms (still white after all these days), I lasted through three songs on my faux-pod (fake iPod) and was too hot and sweaty to stay out any longer. We all went for lunch at Paco’s Tacos. I had coconut shrimp, which is now my favorite meal in Mexico. After lunch, my mom and I planned to go to Market 28 to bargain for treasures, but President Bush is in town, so all cars and buses into and out of Cancun city are being stopped and searched. We decided it wasn’t worth the hassle, so we shopped in the resort gift shops and took a bus to Isla Mall (before the checkpoint). The mall was disappointing; shops were too upscale or schlocky for us. We hurried back to meet up with Gentleman Caller (out boogie-boarding in the ocean) and squeeze in a drink at the swim-up pool bar before happy hour ended. Not quite done boogie-boarding, we headed back to the ocean, but a party-pooping lifeguard blew his whistle and looked menacingly at GC until he boogie-boarded on in to shore. We ordered pizzas for dinner and began the sad process of packing up to leave tomorrow.