Don't get me wrong, I loved our resort. It was beautiful and a great place to come home to at night but it wasn't Mexico. It was a fake Mexico that was put together for tourists. I wanted to see some of real Mexico.
So on the 29th, Aaron and I hopped on a bus outside our hotel and rode it till the end of the line.

I found out that in general, developing countries look the same.


Walking around here made me feel closer to home. I know that sounds weird but I would go out of my neighborhood in Thailand to get a smoothie (Kiwi.....mmmmmm) and this was the town that I was walking around in. Like...this same town....but this one might be a little more colorful.

While we were walking, this concerned citizen stopped us and said, "Are you lost? You are a long way from the Hotel Zone?" It was weird to realize that I was back in a country where someone could look at me and KNOW that I wasn't from there. Small children on the bus staring at us. Adults staring at us. I hadn't felt that in awhile.

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