Hola, everyone. Look at what I am currently seeing.
Well…. WOW. Let me tell you what things have been like the last few days, then I’ll explain myself.
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That’s what its felt like. So many things are so very different from the way they were just 96 hours ago. For starters, 96 hours ago I was a single man. I was my own financial entity. If I were in a coma, the doctors would ask my parents if they wanted to pull the plug. Now I am married to Kristin Hawley, erm, Kristin GOOD. If she’s hurt, I’m in charge. We are a financial unit. It was just 72 hours ago that I was dancing and still taking care of various wedding-related details. 48 hours ago, I was shopping for some very last-minute items for my next adventure. Less than 90 minutes of sleep later, the next day begins in a nondescript hotel in Oak Brook, Illinois, US and ends in a resort 2 hours south of Cancun in Mexico. Today, here I am, on a beach on the Caribbean, after a GREAT day, looking out at the (currently) dark green ocean, sitting next to my new wife, writing to you. This is what I bought a PDA for.
We’re staying at a cute little resort called “Maya Tankah by Freedom Paradise.” It’s not a particularly exquisite affair, that’s why I said cute. But its way more our speed than the ultra-touristy more upscale places. This place is by NO MEANS a shack – don’t misunderstand me. The rooms are cute, the AC works well, we have a gorgeous ocean view (see below), and all the food and alcohol you can shove into your body. I am currently coming off a wonderful buzz induced from almost 32 ounces of a potent Blue Lagoon.
The pop music here is SO much better than US pop. I mean the beach bar here plays music all day long – and it must be just Mexi-pop, but its all pretty good. Nothing particularly terrible. I heard at least three songs today that I though were actually pretty good. More than I can say for US radio, anyway. Maybe its better when you can’t understand all the innane things they are saying.
Its getting dark. I kinda hafta use the bathroom. And dinner’s up. I’ll be blogging more when I get the chance. Peace!!
7:41 8-9-06
Greetings from Playa Del Carmen!!! Kristin and I are on our honeymoon, and today we ventured out into another city along the Mayan Riviera. Yesterday, we saw the Mayan Ruins at Tulum which are right on the beach (and quite gorgeous). Today is a little further away. Playa is about half way between Tulum and Cancun – geographically, and maybe culturally too. Its a bit touristy here… Lots of kitsch. I bought a belt buckle. (Haggling tip – walk away. it gets their attention.) “No vacation is complete without a little tourist kitsch” says Kristin. I agree.
I don’t have a lot of time because the internet shop is closing in 10 minutes. I’m trying to upload a photo for you but there is no ftp software on this machine. Ummm try looking at my gallery – MAYBE I squeezed it in in time. I gotta go, Adios!
So we didn’t make it to Canada, sadly, but Holland was probably just as surreal. It all started when Kristin and I were in Ann Arbor (Ypsilanti, actually) visiting some of her U of M friends for a weekend. We we looking on the map, and what’s this big pink thing over there??? …Turns out it was CANADA, yes THE GREAT WHITE NORTH. We all of the sudden had the urge to go to CANADA, especially me who has never left the country, even to go to CANADA. So we continued the visit with the plan in mind to go to canada on monday. We did fun stuff like hang out in Ann Arbor eating middle eastern food and listening to some crazy band while eating a lunch we packed in two canoe’s we tied together on the Huron River. So come sunday night we decide to make sure we can actually get both IN and OUT of Canada, since it would be a disaster to be stranded there. Mind you, it is one thing to live in a spectacle for a day, its a whole other thing to become a part of it. Especially unwillingly. So come to find out that a drivers license will get us in to canada, and I have just gotten my new fancy “over 21″ license made, so I was allll good. (A funny side note about my driverse licenses. I had had longish hair before my drivers license was made, but on a whim decided to cut it short right before i went to get it. I then let it grow out again. It got really realyl long and there was a period of about a year and a quarter where I didn’t have a haircut… But then a week ago or so I got it cut reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally short again (maybe you can catch me on the webcam before i go back to school. I’ll be recording morons for three days this week.) and I am guessssing that it won’t stay short for very long. So all my driverse license pics don’t have a representative hair style ever. Ok story over.) Back to the US Customs website where they were all like you need proof of ID AND proof of citizenship. Proof of ID is drivers license and proof of citizenship is passport or birth certificate. DOh! We came to the consensus that they probably would not ask us for them, but we didn’t want to run the risk of getting stuck in the big State to the North. So we went to holland michigan instead because we were in the mood for something wierd and random and stupid. We saw windmills and dancers flinging their shoes at people and fed the goats and rode on some little spinny ride. The street organ was pretty cool though. So that was pretty much the trip, maybe I can get copies of the pictures and post them.
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