I snuck into another hotel pool. This one the Sheraton on Reforma, the one right next to la Embajada Gringa. I think I liked the Camino Real’s setup better– it was in a courtyard with nice landscaping, lots of space, and a bigger pool– but the Sheraton’s is on the roof with a pretty nice view of the city.
The word is “colarse”– sneak in, gatecrash. It actually literally means “seep.”
Yes, I think this is related to exorcising the residual trauma of my pool accident in November. But it’s also related to the love of lounging around nice hotels that I developed in my travels to Miami. I went through a shoplifting phase when I was a teenager (hi, Mom), to which colarme gives a similar thrill.