Bienvenidos a Mexico! Caballeros y Damas, les gustan los caballos?
Okay, okay, I’ll back up a bit. The obligatory harbor shot:
It was an absolutely fabulous pier — lots of room, very modern looking. I’m informed that it’s so nice because a hurricane a few years ago completely wiped out the old pier.
Mike tries to get native: (or, to oblige me when I say “Sit there! Sit there!!”
Okay enough footling about . . . HORSIES!!!!!
You can tell I hate animals in general. Especially pretty horsies. Preeeeeeeeetty horsies!
Ladies and gentlemen, do we classify the smile above as a “sh*t-eating grin”? I think perhaps so. Mike seems a bit more bemused, but that’s because his Benito was single-mindedly fixated on eating the plants:
We mounted up (sans helmets) and rode off to see the (ahem) ruins:
Mmm, ruins-y goodness:
Okay, the hell with that. More horsies!!
Afterwards we sat in the cantina and sipped Coronitas while I glowed fit to beat the sun. I was still glowing as we ate lunch back downtown:
I took this picture while sitting in the restaurant. Beer-drinking beeches back in the States, go ahead and turn green with envy:
Aaaaaand, you can promptly dismiss that green and flee to your pretty American bathrooms . . .
(Shudder.) Okay, so, let’s move right along to something more cheerful:
We didn’t buy any, but we knew they were the best. Fidel told us so. We wandered around a bit more and bought beers to drink as we strolled down the hot, uncrowded streets.