vacay

So, over Christmas la familia and I took a three-pronged flight in a
roundabout way south of the border. After our red-eye to Charlotte trying
to sleep on the tray tables, we ate some bagels, napped, and, at long last,
arrived in sunny Cancun.

Psych! It was raining. Pouring, actually. Buckets and buckets. We
navigated flooded roads in our Chrysler ark and counted accidents,
wide-eyed. This only a 20% chance of rain!

But we made our rental car way without incident, windshield-wiping
down the highway lined with billboards that featured people forging
lifelong friendships with marine mammals and too many upside-down
exclamation points.

Mexican drivers give the Chinese a run for their money, except they let
the gringos drive. Cones in the way? Just hop out and move them. Bit
of a squeeze? Reach out and fold your mirror in. Car trying to cut in?
Too bad, sucker. They're a little easier on the horns, though. And that
first sodden drive was the worst--upwards of ten cars smashed on the
median in forty miles, despite the carefully worded plea of a traffic sign:
"Drive Carefully When It Is Raining."



So began another Traveling Kate Adventure--"Tripping Over Random
Crap: Mexico Edition."