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Buracho in Mexico

Jan. 28, 2005

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I suspect that somewhere out there, beyond the souvenir shops and restaurants selling buckets of beer, there is another Mexico. But it will have to wait for another day. For this day, a neat strip of shops and cafes, conveniently laid out for gringos like us, was just right for a few blocks for strolling, For $8 US, I bought a marionette (whom I named buracho, in a momentary lapse of political correctness), and Ellie spent a few weeks' allowance on a little senorita outfit. Then we headed back for the lunchtime buffet.

From the ship's deck, I saw there was more out there -- roads, beaches, mountains, even a beached cargo ship. But for today, this was enough.