It was a whirlwind trip to Playa del Carmen to check on the bar. Just in case you were wondering, It’s still there!

Why do I always Kiss the Plane before I get on it? I have no idea. I’m not a real superstitious person. In fact, I can’t think of one other superstitious thing that I do. But EVERY TIME I GET ON A PLANE, I kiss my hand and I rub it on the plane.

Quick trips like those are actually a pain. It was so quick, it didn’t really matter that I forgot my swim trunks. But getting in the water would have been nice. Dang, Who goes to the beautiful beaches of Mexico and doesn’t get in the freaking water? Oh well. I needed to go to sign some sort of papers. I’m pretty sure it was some sort of power of attorney. Then again, it was in Spanish. Maybe, I just bought a herd of sheep. I have no idea. But supposedly, It was a power of attorney.

bar-on-Playa-del-Carmen-beachThen, on Saturday, it was pretty much a day of drinking and taking it easy. I did meet a guy that I talked to about putting security cameras up in the bar. So, that was productive. (Kinda.) Going to Mexico without my girlfriend is not nearly as fun as it was way back when. Now, it’s just a trip like going anywhere else. And all I do is pass the time until I come back home. And going for such a short period of time just stresses me out because any flight delay is taking away from time my already brief beach time.

I don’t think anyone has a more boring 2 days than I do in Mexico. I can still have fun but “alone fun” is not nearly as much fun when I have a girlfriend and she’s not with me. Next time, she is definitely coming with me.