Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Mexico: The First through the Fifth, an awful backlog
I was in Mexico for a wedding from the July 1st to the 5th. It was not a particularly pleasant experience. My cousin Matt on my moms side decided to get married near Cabo San Lucas, which if you know one thing about, it's that Cabo is a particularly rotten tourist trap. Tourist sinkhole? Tourist heroin? Tourist bear trap laced with tourist AIDS.
I'll stick with that.
Resorts make me uncomfortable, the way my family typically travels is by going somewhere we know people. That is what made Ireland such a pleasant experience when I was nine, and staying with a few different families in Norway when I was fourteen changed a part of me for the better. This is the main reason that this trip to Mexico was crap. We stayed in a monstrous resort called the "Westin." There is a small chunk of it pictured on the bottom right with my father enjoying one of many complimentary margaritas. Couldn't even talk to my damn girlfriend, cheap ass "resort," makes you pay to use their computers.
The guy "dancing," (re: simultaneously breaking his hips, pelvis and thigh bones) was taken after the wedding ceremony during the hey-everybody-lets-drink-like-sieves-and-bellow-our-favorite-songs part of the evening. He has known me my whole life. Nice guy.
The two black and white images were taken in San Jose del Cabo, about twenty miles north of San Lucas. I would say that San Jose is a way cooler city than San Lucas, but I refused to set foot in San Lucas as long as the wedding didn't force me to. There seemed to actually be some non-tourist life there. The only times I enjoyed myself were away from our resort, typically dinners. We had a few nights in San Jose, some incredible food, and a few possibly genuine experiences. The zebra print seemed to be a condition spreading from this goofy boutique onto any concrete that touched it or its out buildings. The single story re-bar cement structure is ubiquitous in many parts of Central and Southern America. This one caught my eye because I wasn't entirely sure if it was being built or destroyed. I shared this buildings ambivalence during my stay in Mexico, as if I was in some ultra polite purgatory.