Playa Del Carmen

My girls' weekend in Mexico started with Mexican Customs taking away my homemade egg salad in Cancun International Airport.  Who knew you couldn't take egg salad across the boarder?  Not this girl.  Once it was gone, I decided to give up trying to diet through the weekend (they also took my apples and bananas!) and headed straight for the nearest margarita and queso stand.  I never found one.  Perhaps it's an untapped niche market?  Fortunately there were plenty of beer vendors outside of the airport while we waited for the ADO bus.  (Insider tip: Purchase your tickets online in advance to ensure a seat.  At $14 USD it's a comfortable, economical way to get from the airport to downtown Playa in less than an hour.)

A little rant and Oh Mexico

It's finally Friday and I'm glad this week is over.  It's had highs (a great dinner with friends last night) and lows (taking my brother to the emergency room for a bulging disc in his back), so maybe those events cancel each other out and it was really more of a neutral week.  (Trying to be positive here...)

Because my brother is going to be fine (I strongly believe our health is the most important thing in terms of worldly worries), the WORST part of my week was getting my first paycheck of the year and seeing the pay cut I got thanks to Uncle Sam.  It really hurts!  Yes I  ball, but I ball on a budget!  I'm trying to save for retirement, save for a down payment on a house, save for a rainy day, while buying organic meat and produce so I won't get cancer someday (because the government allows all kinds of scary sh*t in our food these days), and Big Brother comes along and takes over a Benjamin a month from my net pay! That's like a car payment for a vehicle I'll never get to drive, since Social Security won't be around by the time I'm eligible to receive it.