Jonesing For Mas Mexican Sol

Every morning I watch and mourn as my tan slowly comes off on my loofah and white towel. If I wasn't running a kitty hospice for Templeton, and Pilgie didn't sink into a clinical depression every time I left, I'd be scheming my way back to Mexico for one last hoorah before my parents wrapped it up for the season...

I daydream of my taxi arriving through these gates, white bikini in my carry on armed for a speedy transition...

Hola Mom! Hola Dad! I'm heeerrre...Watch out as I bust a move outta these traveling duds and into my beach attire...

And, P90X isn't so P90Xhaustive when doing it in this cute gym every morn...

My cerebral Spanish workouts, not so tough either...

The entrance to my office...

My clockwork 2pm Coke Lite palapa runs. "Dos Coke Lite con limones y una popote por favor..."

And, of course the job...

Not such a grind when you consider the view...

And, those cute teenage Mexican girls with braces and ponytails mixing me Michelada's on the beach from the comfort of their full beach bar set up...

Michelada

ice

sea salt

generous squeeze of lemon

generous (and I mean generous) pinch of chili powder

Soja Sauce (Soy Sauce)

Worcestershire Sauce
tomato juice

full Mexican beer

Garnish with cucumber and something else I did not recognize.

But for now, I'll just have to a have peeksie at the Mexican society mags I picked up for Bethany at Maryland Pink and Green and turn a blind eye to my tan going down the shower drain...

Adios la playa Mexicana til next season...

Kindness of Babe who maybe, quite possibly would like to squeeze in a quickie pooh trip somewhere warm and tan preserving in the coming month. Otherwise rooftop deck season may have to open a smidgie early this year...XXOO

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