Well, times have been slow. We've gone through a hotel change, a smidge of food sickness, my birthday, walking on the beach, swimming on the beach and sitting on the beach.
All of which is to say that things have been pretty alright. The hotel we were in when we first got here was right on the main street, which ran along the malecón and the beach. We were alright with the street noise until one day, the food cart under our balcony played the same one-minute long message, repeated every minute for nine hours. The hotel said there was nothing they could do about it, so we left. Of course, this was coincident with Francine spending the day laid up for what might have been Montezuma's Revenge. So, we changed hotels, to one four blocks from the beach but nicer and super quiet - in the process saving about $120 even after paying the one night penalty fee.
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| Sunset, Progreso Beach |
And so ended, without any sort of glorious bang, days fifteen, sixteen, seventeen and eighteen.


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