Cancun log, day 3

Day three was the most overcast, which in turn meant we re-applied sunscreen fewer times and got the most sun(burned) that day. Good times. We happened upon these thatched umbrellas and private lounge chairs on the beach further down from the pool area, and hung out there all day. It was seriously like being on our own private island. Aside from the weirdos who were snorkeling right in front of us - um, nothing to see, people. Not even one fish. Whatever. Maybe they were looking for jewelry that other people had lost. Or my awesome cowboy hat that either blew away or was most likely stolen off of the chair I was trying to save. Bastards.

We hit the pizzeria for lunch, which is where we met Manuel. Jade kept calling him Miguel, but whatev. He was so precious and made us drinks that actually had ALCOHOL in them. For me, he made something called "Sex with the Bartender." Hilarious. And delicious. Gave him a big tip. (Cash, people. Get your minds out of the gutter.)

I also was That Girl who purchased crap from the guy selling on the beach. Got three anklets for $10 and we divvied them up. Jade tried to get me to get my hair cornrowed, but been there, done that. We also headed out to sea, paddle-boat style, and it was much more tiring than I imagined. I'll blame the current for that...we had it for an hour, but I think we returned it after about 15 minutes. Don't judge.

Finally around 3 we had enough of the sun, so we got changed and headed into town to check out the mercado and get some dinner. (Early bird special, apparently.) The cab ride into town was amusing, merely because our driver Paco took a liking to Jill (who had to sit in the front, poor thing). He said she was "muy blanca, grande, y elegante." Which literally means white, big and elegant, but we knew he meant TALL instead of big. And all of these were compliments, although not sure Jill felt that way. As if I would ever get "elegant." Humph.

The mercado was a nightmare - I had forgotten how harassing the people are. "Hey Blondie!" "You dropped something!" "Buy now, pay later!" etc. If they only realized I would be much more likely to buy something if they just stopped talking. So we lasted about 10 minutes and made a run for it. After purchasing some over-the-counter stuff from the Farmacia (viva Mexico!), we became total tourists and hit Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville for dinner. And it was delish. Complete with video footage of Buffet...good times all around. I managed to buy a replacement cowboy hat in a much quieter version of the mercado. Yeehaw.

And then it was back to the hotel to rest up for our final day on the beach. Sniff.

Up tomorrow: sexy carrots, policia, and Jade's airport romance.