Aaaaaa-choo!
That’s the sneeze I let out when I blow all the dust off of my poor blog. Sometimes, I just go through this period where I don’t feel like writing anything. I’m hoping that period is over and I’ll be torturing you on a regular basis with my stories of silliness and other nonsense.
Cancun was a blast as it always is although we caught someone’s germs on the plane on the way back and spent the majority of last week sick. You can check out some pics on Flickr.
Since we’re on the subject of Mexico, let me tell you a little story. Back when I was in Ixtapa, there was a store called Commercial Mexicana (I think I’m getting that name right). Regardless, it was kind of like a Super Target. Had clothes and DVDs, food, snacks, and pretty much anything else one might need. So I’m in there one day and I’m waiting to check out. In front of me is a mom with her two little boys. I’d say they were about 7-ish. Really cute kids and since no kids had pissed me off that day, I smiled at them. The older of the two (or the one that looked older) said to his brother, “Yo quiero una novia morena” and he looked up at me a little sheepishly.
Right about then, mom’s head whipped around (she knew I was there, she had seen me) with a mortified look on her face although I don’t know if it was she’d be mortified that her son had a black girlfriend or if she was horribly embarrassed because she thought I might have been offended. Either way, it didn’t matter. I thought he was cute and obviously he had good taste. And really, it’s just another reason why I love Mexico, its culture, its people, just everything.