Posts Tagged ‘mexico’
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, peanuts!
A trip to Mexico that does not involve margaritas would just be blasphemous, which is why I drank copious amounts of them during my 3 weeks in Mexico. Tequila and I are fickle friends, our relationship has certainly had its ups and downs…
How NOT to Smuggle Cuban Cigars into the United States
Gary could label an empty soda bottle “emergency air” and sell it to a stranger on the street. This is why I found it odd and delightful that he failed so miserably at smuggling Cuban cigars back into the United States after our family trip to Mexico.
Future fat girl likes to eat!
My first night in the lovely city of La Paz, I had dinner at an Italian restaurant called Palermo’s. I know, I know–I went all the way to Mexico to eat Italian food. Shake your head if you must, but the truth of the matter is that the food was delicious, the wine was excellent, and the atmosphere will bring me back.
Swimming with sea lions in the Sea of Cortes
The beautiful city of La Paz is so much more than fancy resorts and white-sand beaches. It is situated on the breathtaking Sea of Cortes, which Jacques Cousteau described as “the world’s aquarium.” I was lucky enough to experience this first hand on a recent trip, when I boarded a yacht in the Costa Baja marina and headed out to sea.
Why do we assume all of Mexico is Tijuana?
Mexican stereotypes annoy the hell out of me. Whether you are stereotyping the country as a whole or the people from it, you are a douchebag. We’ve all hard it before–if you go anywhere in Mexico, you’re going to die in a gang war. You’re going to be kidnapped. You’ll be forced into drug muling.
Merry misadventures en route to La Paz
As one, every member of the TSA in the LAX security area began yelling. Every traveler in line immediately hushed. Wide eyed glances darted everywhere, trying to determine the source of the threat. Hearts raced, palms sweated, and minds reeled. What was it? Were we witnessing a terrorist plot in action?
I might have MS, so F it, I’m going to Mexico.
Over the last week, I’ve had a few of those Stopped moments, those moments when you watch the leaves in the wind just a little bit longer, when you stare straight into the sun as you drive instead of squinting away, when you close your eyes and breathe the Las Vegas heat straight into your lungs and hold it there.
Spanish Phrase Book for the Real World
Phrase books are great for travelers who are not fluent in the language of the country they are visiting, but let’s be honest, sometimes they leave a little something to be desired. Of course it’s important to know how to ask for directions, find a bathroom and order a meal, but what about if you want to talk to a local? Perhaps do some flirting or insulting?
