Cubans, Mayan Ruins, and all I can drink
This weekend, me and the Mrs. take off for vacation to the Mayan Riviera, where we’ll do tourist stuff while drinking all the watered-down beverages available. Get to check out the Mayan Ruins, smuggle back some Cuban err dominican cigars (for you customs folks out there: what do you mean they have no label?), scuba, maybe golf, lay around the beaches, get a tan, wear stupid shirts, avoid buying fake Rolexes, talk a Mexican into selling me something for $5 that he originally listed at $50, and drink some more.
Me and Mrs. opted for one of those all inclusive deals (airfare, food, drink, activities, and lodging included). Those poor folks, they don’t realize how much I can drink, especially if I’m not driving anywhere.
Blogging may be light depending on the internet situation there, I’m sure they’ll have a pay machine or something.
