Many Coronas make you wear drag and speak Spanish

Somehow I ended up spending all my cash in Puerta Chiappas today, despite how cheap everything was. And somehow this has been the best day of this leg of the tour. I wasn’t planning to get off the ship as Puerta Chiappas didn’t seem to have much to offer. I must give props to a diary entry I made once about people and how they make things more interesting. After coaxing from a couple of my bandmates, Clayton and Tim, we found ourselves sitting under a huge hay tent all afternoon graciously receiving round after round of Coronas courtesy of a group of German waiters from the ship. You would think this is not a good time to attempt conversation with excited 20 year old Mexican girls who want pictures with the gringos, but you would be incorrect. We spent about half an hour attempting to communicate with a trio of beautiful local Puerto Chiappas ladies in a hilarious and semi-emotional tapping into our respective childhood educations…and a whole bunch of arm flailing, charade-like mime-age.

I missed the Cowboys game, but was glad I did…let’s move on from this topic…Here’s one of the guys in the band in drag:



Let’s move on from this topic…

I already miss Puerta Chiappas. What a wonderful surprise.