we made it driving from chichén ítza to cancún on fumes. vapores. here is me and carrie high-fiving post-pemex, celebrating the fact that we didn’t have to call the green angels. also, in case you wanted evidence of the fact that i have been driving in mex.
i had this whole, very insightful mouthful on how creepy the spring break section of cancún is. suffice it to say i spent the next day with daphne hopping through– or being denied entry to– fancy hotel lobbies in the zona hotelera, checking out their pools and such. it’s no south beach is all i can say. not that i’ve eaten in either place, but i’m guessing it’s like ruth’s chris vs peter luger or something.