I’m still in Mexico and I really do love it here. I am the Mexico girl all the way – love the food, the tequila, the weather, the people, language, the whole deal, no question. What I cannot understand though and feel COMPELLED (shocker) to blog about is the beach vendor situation.
You’re laying on the beach, trying to unwind and at 11 in the morning, someone tries to sell you a mango or some chocolate; I get that. But then the deluge starts. The beach vendors start strolling by with everything from bracelets and necklaces to baskets. Would someone please write and tell me how many times you have purchased a giant laundry basket at 11am on a Saturday in Mexico? No time to go to Target when you get back? No problem, just pick up what you need on the playa. I will also not understand the desperate hocking (hawking?) of large ceramic items including crosses to scantily clad sunbathers. I probably do need to buy a cross but I don’t want to be reminded of it mid-pina colada. Thank you.
Now, if you are one of these people who buy large items and transport them back to the States, please explain your logic. The exchange rate just isn’t THAT good. Hasta manana.
When I was on Spring Break in Mazatlan, Mexico, there was this one cute young boy who kept coming around selling blankets and what not. He gave me one of those microscopic pictures of himself. He always came around. I finally called him a “banmbino” and he was offended and never came back… so try that!
bottoms up~
Susie