Dubious Quality

This size seemed correct. It was snug when I put it on for the first time (in the hotel), but I assumed it would get slightly larger over time, because the fabric was a bit stretchy. 

The thing about stretchy fabric, though, is that it works both ways, and in this case, the shirt seemed to continually shrink. Every day. By the end of the trip, I felt like I was wearing a crop-top from Gap Kids.

We went on a day trip to Progreso, which has a beach. It was forty minutes away from Merida, so we took out the trusty Toyota Avanza and started driving in a city which is full of roundabouts and no lane striping. However, people don't drive aggressively, and they don't drive fast. Nobody flips you off if you make a mistake, which is helpful, because I made many. With C as the navigator, we headed to Progreso.

Whenever you see pictures of a beach, they're always in the sun. Our beach was not in the sun. It was darkly overcast, and we walked along the shore and the boardwalk. There was a meteorite museum, but it was closed on Tuesday. Every shop we walked past had the "beach body" t-shirt.

It was getting darker quickly, so we ducked into a restaurant and ordered guacamole and chips. We'd already had excellent guacamole twice in Merida, but we'd forgotten the cardinal rule of beaches: all beach food is mediocre. However, luxury condominiums were being advertised in the men's room, which served as compensation. Also, C took a photo of me posing with the mascot sculptures outside the restaurant.

That shirt already looks tight.

On our way back to our starting point, we observed the world's longest pier, which is over five miles long. I can confirm it looks like a really, really long pier. 

And then the rain began. A hard, hard rain, and it fell.

Look, we both know there's a pony somewhere. We just have to keep looking.