I would be amiss unless I provided some Mexico pictures, so here they are. They do not require much explanation, so I won’t provide much. I did want to write a story beginning something like “It was balmy and my damp pesos (300) were burning a hole in my pocket. The waves were crashing against the rocks unrelentingly, and I stood and sighed and cursed my fortune….”
Alas, I never spent a peso, except for a tip for the driver to the airport.