Cancun log, day 4

Last day in Mexico. Sad face. :( But we still popped up bright and early to maximize the sun time. I tried to save the special private island seats again - this time with cans of Canada Dry from our mini-bar - and again, they were stolen. Really? Canada Dry at 7am? Dang, Mexico.

But we were still able to get prime baking done, and after another pizzeria lunch with sweet Manuel (thanks for the homemade Mudslide, yo), we headed to the pool for some last-minute people watching and swimsuit critiquing. Saw an inappropriate water ballet between a father and his daughter, but again, kept blaming "Europe." Sorry, Europe. All the hairy backs, Speedos, and weirdo behavior is apparently your fault. No hard feelings.

Our check-out time was supposed to be noon, but our flights weren't until 5 and 6pm, so they let us check out at 1 and we could still hang out, drink, eat, etc. until it was time to leave. But once we checked out, it was like a switch was flipped and Scary Mexico emerged. We were supposed to get a free shuttle back to the airport, but because one person flew herself instead of through the travel agency, they freaked out and said we could only take a later shuttle that would make Jill miss her flight. The dude totally gave us attitude, too, saying we were "the best clients EVER" (um, super sarcastically). Ladies and gentlemen: El Douche.

And then when we were finally ready to go to the airport, the security guard came over and demanded to see our check-out ticket and basically escorted us out the door. Sheesh - we get it! Dunzo.

I had to sit in the front on the cab ride to the airport, so it was MY turn to get hit on. The driver told me I was really tan (in Spanish), and then said I was like a "zanahoria." Which means carrot. I was like, um, what now? I may be reddish, but I am NOT orange. Then he back-pedaled, saying I was "sexy." (Which apparently is the same in every language.) So let's re-cap: I am a "sexy carrot." You can't hear THAT enough...

Jill was on a different airline, so we had to split up. Jade and I had like 3 hours before our flight, so like the good tourists we are, we hit Duty Free and TGIFriday's. And then the monitors said our flight was delayed. Awesome! We plopped down at the gate and started chatting with the people across from us. They had been to a wedding in Playa del Carmen and were on their way back to Dallas. They were pretty much coupled up except for one dude who was pretty adorbs. I am still hoping he will post a Missed Connection for Jade and their airport romance can continue. And then I bumped into a lady (also on our flight, as it turned out) who was wearing the exact same dress as me. So of course I had to take a picture. (She told me I was "emanating heat." Thank you, slight sunburn!)

Our flight ended up taking off about an hour late, and the rest of the trip home was fairly uneventful. After downloading like 100 pics, I passed out. Tan is fading, but good times all around! And no one was kidnapped or got Montezuma's Revenge! (actually, now that I think about it...)

VIVA.