This morning came early. We got up at 5am MST to get ready for a 7:45am MST flight to Cancun Mexico. After a short lay over in Denver we caught a direct flight to Cancun. We arrived in Cancun around 3pm CST where we were greeted by Alex, our driver. A short 40 minute drive down the coast and we were finally at the condo we rented out for the next week in Playa del Carmen; it's a beautiful place in Playacar.

After unpacking and resting for a little bit, it was off to 5th Street, where the majority of restruants and shopping is in Playa del Carmen. I asked Alex what his favorite place to eat in Playa was and he recommended La Prillia for their tacos. Once we got down to 5th Street, it was a competition to see who had the best exchange rate as it seemed to vary from 10.30 - 10.40 peso's per USD.

We wandered around for a while and decided to accept Alex's recommendation for La Prillia; it was wonderful! I ended up having spare ribs that were cooked in mango and tequilla; they were awesome! I'm not sure if it was a combination of the long day of traveling, lack of food and just sure exhuastion, but the one margaritta I had went straight to my head. Suprising since I was at 5100ft before arriving in Mexico and was now at sea level. Once we left the restruant, it was still fairly early. Now it was time to find a grocery and get some food for the condo. I learned very quickly that there is no such thing as an open container law (w00t)! After getting a beer to go, we started the trek back up 5th Street.

The street merchants are just like voltures, constantly trying to get the "rich Americans" into their shops. I had stopped to look at a shirt made of hemp and after one approached me and offered me marijuana and cocaine! Not even 5 hours in the country and I have people offering me things like this! Of course I rejected his offer, but I was suprised that it was offered at all.

We found a taxi, but the driver didn't speak English very well and neither of us spoke Spanish very well; he ended up taking us to Walmart... ugh. I hate Walmart in the US, but it's worse in Mexico I think. At least they have groceries so we were able to get some food for breakfast for a few days. Another taxi ride and we were back home in Playacar, exhausted and ready for bed; I was out by 9pm CST, which is extremely rare (I usually go to bed between 1am to 3am).