So close to home,,,

Well, we finally crossed the border into Mexico. And what an episode! First of all, we got to the border, but the border crossing guy didn´t have any entry cards. So we went on without. Through a couple check points where luckily the men with the big guns peeked in our bags, but never asked to see our passports. Then we arrived in Palenque and got some guy to drive us to god-knows-where. Finally we found a legitimate immigration office and they stamped us, but couldn´t take the money for the entry cards for whatever reason...so we still haven´t paid our way in, but on the outside, we look like we are legal enough.......if not, well, I´m sure I´ll get one phone call from prision...

First stop in Mexico - Palenque - and it was smoldering! You couldn´t turn your head without sweat dripping off your chin. But the food - WOW, every shop is a grandma cooking for you like you were the favorite of her 46 grandchildren! Delicious!

Now the reason we went to Palenque was to see the ruins, and they were unbelievable! We thought we had seen it all in Tikal, but nothing compared to this ancient city! Massive structures in a gorgeous jungle setting. To tell the truth, I don´t understand how these places become known - if I found one, I wouldn´t be running off to share the great discovery with some foreign archeologists. No, no, I´d just move into the palace and rule over all the giant iguanas that live in my kingdom!!! Hmmm...what else was around Palenque? Waterfalls, lots and lots of waterfalls.

After Palenque, we caught a night bus to Cancun. In the morning, when our bus landed, we hopped in a cab and saw what we could of Cancun through the window on the way to the ferry. Looked nice enough. Like Calgary with a blazing sun. But to touristy for us to spend our last few precious days - we thought the nearby Isla Mujeres would be more for us. But when we got off the ferry and took one look around we knew we were sadly mistaken. We appeared to be still in Cancun. I looked at Sean to see what he thought, but he had vanished in the sea of self-proclaimed-canadians all carrying american passports in their back pockets, beach bags slung over their shoulders, and cheesy tourist souveniers in their hands. When I found him again, we found a decent enough spot to make a vital phone call and from there rewrote the end of our journey.

So today, instead of broken-glass on the beaches and crowded streets of the Isla, we are living in one of those Corona commercials. You know the one with the couple sunning on the white sand beach watching the water, when the only other person on the island walks by - a smokin-hot blonde in a red string bikini - and the guy peeks over to check her out and the girl squirts him with the lime from her corona. Well, yes, that´s where we are now. Except no one has walked by yet...

And this is where we´ll stay until we have to make that last ride to the airport. Be home soon. ....well...provided they let us out. If not, maybe we´ll stay here and open a perogy stand...