Sand in the brain
It’s about 32C. My legs are sore from playing in the waves. I fell asleep in a hammock right after lunch. The air smells of salt and sea weed and it’s so humid our clothing is constantly damp. So we spend most of the time in our bathing suits. B. and I have been riding around Isla Mujeres on a scooter, the preferred mode of transportation on this small island. Whole families ride on them: I’ve seen a father balancing a kid in the front, another one in the back, and a baby in a diaper on his lap, driving the scooter with one hand.
We’ve only been here for a day and a half, and my mind is in complete slowwww mode. The hardest decision we have to make is picking the restaurant where we’re going to eat. In fact, B. is waiting for me to be done, so I’ll leave you here. Man, life is tough in Mexico.
