Travel Day – Homebound

This is entirely written and posted from my phone. That explains the sloppy composition. Sorry.

Most of today will be spent on cars, planes, possibly a train.

I have all my stuff packed. I may take one more swim after breakfast.

The only souvenir I got was this tan and this haircut. The haircut, by the way, was executed through translator and pantomime. What’s the worst that could have happened, really?

After spending over a week at a resort mostly populated by retirees, I have witnessed UP CLOSE how a persons DNA can betray them if given enough time and ammunition. The Krystal Hotel is where angry, dissatisfied, and vastly out of shape mid-westerners go to complain about how graphic the warning photos on the side of Mexican cigarettes are and to tan their sour prune faces.  We met no one here and spoke to no one that did not work for the hotel.  It was a clique that we were not invited to join.  So I guess another souvenir is a cautionary warning to take care of myself. Food. Exercise. Mental stimulation. Passion. Life. Life. Life.

I can’t make my hobbies complaining about how much better everything used to be and comparing knee surgeries. I must stay engaged (if only by sideline witnessing) in youth culture. Even if I don’t understand it, it’s exciting to see it.

We probably won’t be back to PVR for 20+ years when we are the right age, I’m sure it will be different. I hear the hotel Boca Chica in Acapulco is the place. [I am not sure about the masked bandits and kidnapping, but random people get shot in parking lots in my neighborhood for no reason at home.]  Danger and randomness is everywhere.  I’ll let you know…