Tonight a Mexican policeman and his family will be dining on lobster tails (langostinos), Premium Modelo Beer and tortas chocolates.
Compliments of the Siegel family.
Because really, what would a trip to our neighbor to the south be without getting fleeced for mucho American dinero?
The story...
We rented a car and drove north to Playa Del Carmen. From there we purchased tickets on the ferry to Cozumel. Before doing so, we were cornered by the parking lot attendant who promised to get us a good deal on two island rentals scooters.
It took us a half an hour to find the scooter shop, but once we there, Jaime, our muy friendly rental agent set us up with two of his finest.
Sadly however, my wife did not take to the scooter as one might take to a bicycle.
A block and half away from the shop and stopped at a red light, she went full throttle, jumped the median on Avenida Real and slammed into a tree. All under the watchful and laughing eyes of Cozumel's men in blue.
No one was hurt, but the beat up scooter suffered fatal cosmetic damages -- a few scratches, as if anyone in Mexico would notice.
After much discussion, and me repeatedly asking "Donde esta la biblioteca?" , we managed to extract ourselves from the ugly situation without Debbie spending a night in the clink with several Cozumel prostitutes.
Never underestimate the power of the American dollar.
Suffice to say, it has been a very long, long day.
And the only way to end this story on a good note is for me to retire to the bar for some Mezcal.
Hasta luego, mis amigos.
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