Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I Mexican't Feel My Toes

We had a fantastic time in Mexico. It was hot and sunny and neither of us contracted traveler's diarrhea.

Our hotel provided us with complimentary slippers - A nice touch! In a room with one king-sized bed, the staff (naturally) assumes there will be one fat American man, and his one fat American wife. Slipper-size-distribution follows this logic. After the first day I decided to leave a note (and a dollar) asking for a larger pair. Our maid (I can use that dated term - She was dressed like Ann B. Davis, for Christ's sake) was lovely and soon my feet got the vacation they deserved.

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