My mother decided she wanted to take a vacation to Mexico with her three daughters and their three daughters. The objective: use up air miles (plane tickets were free) and relax in the heat and humidity, not to mention tequila and occasional ceviche. The plane right out was hard core. A connecting flight in Dallas, with a four hour layover, and then a fairly calm flight out to Cancun. After that, things got a little more hairy.
Here’s the thing about Mexico. We Americans — scratch that — we gringos can sometimes seem like the ugly American when we travel to Mexico. I always feel weird and guilty being here because it is such a poor country economically — yet rich in so many other ways — and everyone wants you, the mark, to help them make ends meet. That means, you are what you buy here. That is always a little unnerving, especially at the all-inclusive resorts (we will be heading to one mid-week).