We were itching to hit the town and experience real Mexico outside of the Viceroy bliss bubble. So we took a cab to Playa Del Carmen. There's one long strip of shops, bars and restaurants and we sat down at the first place with a "cheap cerveza" sign. The waiter took the photo above and I'm not sure why we're laughing. But I'm pretty sure it's because he told us to say something stupid to get us to smile, like "guacamoleeeee".
I had to get my 'chos fix! In this part of Mexico, I noticed they use this particular mild white gooey cheese. I'm pretty good with cheese, but I couldn't figure out what it was and forgot to ask. We gobbled it right up. Loved those huge pickled jalapeno slices piled on top.
We walked towards the ocean. The light was beautiful out by the cruise ship dock, so we snapped a few. Are you tired of our mugs, yet? Clearly, we enjoy the self-portrait. This skill comes in handy on two-person vacations.
Back at the main strip, we searched for a restaurant to eat dinner. I spotted this place with swings around the bar. Done! As we were seated, our waiter took our photo with his camera. Before we could question why, he came back to sell us a bottle of tequila with our photo on it. We bought it because we were sucker gringos. While enjoying our burritos, an old man approached us with a guitar. Cancion de amor? Si senior.
This little man wanted to be in the mariachi band.
Since we were in the birthplace of chocolate, it was time for Ah Cacao, a chain in Mexico on every corner like Starbucks. Hal tried the super thick sipping chocolate. He couldn't get enough. And thanks to the hysterical Portlandia skit, we kept blurting out "cacao" for the rest of the night.
Our night ended with a bang. The weather had been perfect since we arrived. It averaged 85 degrees during the day, maybe 70 at night. As we were sitting at a table, the wind picked up. Fast. We noticed shop owners rushing about, moving their items inside. Strange, we thought. Rain began to fall. Fast. In a matter of seconds, it was a torrential downpour! We raced to an undercover table and witnessed our first tropical rain storm. It was hurricane season, after all. Ten minutes later, it was over. Shop owners moved their things back outside and people resumed the streets like it never even happened.
We were itching to hit the town and experience real Mexico outside of the Viceroy bliss bubble. So we took a cab to Playa Del Carmen. There's one long strip of shops, bars and restaurants and we sat down at the first place with a "cheap cerveza" sign. The waiter took the photo above and I'm not sure why we're laughing. But I'm pretty sure it's because he told us to say something stupid to get us to smile, like "guacamoleeeee".
I had to get my 'chos fix! In this part of Mexico, I noticed they use this particular mild white gooey cheese. I'm pretty good with cheese, but I couldn't figure out what it was and forgot to ask. We gobbled it right up. Loved those huge pickled jalapeno slices piled on top.
We walked towards the ocean. The light was beautiful out by the cruise ship dock, so we snapped a few. Are you tired of our mugs, yet? Clearly, we enjoy the self-portrait. This skill comes in handy on two-person vacations.
Back at the main strip, we searched for a restaurant to eat dinner. I spotted this place with swings around the bar. Done! As we were seated, our waiter took our photo with his camera. Before we could question why, he came back to sell us a bottle of tequila with our photo on it. We bought it because we were sucker gringos. While enjoying our burritos, an old man approached us with a guitar. Cancion de amor? Si senior.
This little man wanted to be in the mariachi band.
Since we were in the birthplace of chocolate, it was time for Ah Cacao, a chain in Mexico on every corner like Starbucks. Hal tried the super thick sipping chocolate. He couldn't get enough. And thanks to the hysterical Portlandia skit, we kept blurting out "cacao" for the rest of the night.
Our night ended with a bang. The weather had been perfect since we arrived. It averaged 85 degrees during the day, maybe 70 at night. As we were sitting at a table, the wind picked up. Fast. We noticed shop owners rushing about, moving their items inside. Strange, we thought. Rain began to fall. Fast. In a matter of seconds, it was a torrential downpour! We raced to an undercover table and witnessed our first tropical rain storm. It was hurricane season, after all. Ten minutes later, it was over. Shop owners moved their things back outside and people resumed the streets like it never even happened.
