Beach Bums

Yesterday I took the ferry to Isla Mujeres, a charming little island just off the coast. Eight thousand other people decided on the same itinerary. On the boat there was some guy doing karaoke…something I thought I might escape but I guess it’s inevitable in the sunshine destinations. As the boat neared the dock, he played John Lennon’s Imagine and had everyonr wave their hands in the air for world peace. The power of that song is astounding; even in those circumstances it brings me to tears.

This was my second visit to the beach. I took the bus to the hotel zone on the mainland a few days ago. The hardest part was getting.one of them to stop. I guess I didn’t look desperate enough to the first 11 drivers that blew past me but the 12th was magic. He looked about 14 years old and likely felt pity for la abuela (grandma).

Since I had no idea where I was going, I just followed a large group of locals who seemed to have it together. Note to self:  Next time, follow older people. While the sand and surf and sea were super, the fucking techno crap music blasting in my ears for three hours was less so. At one point I noticed two pigeons bobbing their heads in unison to something that sounded like Zamfir on acid. Even the birds have been indoctrinated.

I sat next to the local power couple or rather they sat next to me. Hours of entertainment. Sadly, they are going to have skin like shoe leather by the time they’re 30. Oh hell maybe I’m jealous…I never had an ass like hers…or his for that matter.