Eggs, coffee and toast for breakfast. The waiter is a touchy and feely guy sort of like over emotional. My neighbour next to me is a fussy guy who wants to read his newspaper in solitude. On the way to the beach I was approached by a Mexican guy who asked if I wanted toContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 6September1989: Cancun, Mexico: Slick and Sleazy Americans in the Time Share Mafia “
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