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Here are Kate, Mitch and DeAnn at the bar in our condo. This picture must have been taken before 10:00. After ten each night, Mitch would go to bed, Pete would start mixing drinks, and Kate would start doing shots. Mitch spent most of the vacation trying to convince the others that there was more to Mexico than drinking. Because of this, the others would wait until he had retired for the evening to get drunk, so as not to offend him. |
Here is Pete making a drink. It was remarkable that he suffer cramping in his wrist from all the pouring of booze that was done that week. Half of the ice that was made went into the many drinks, and the other half was used to keep the swelling down in Pete's wrist and forearm. |
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After walking a couple miles up the beach to go snorkeling, Mitch, Pete and Kate sat down to relax. They brought along some beer in Hooters bottle coolers, and had fajitas on the beach. Mitch and Pete saw lots of fish, but Kate had a tough time with her apparatus. DeAnn was also present, but taking pictures. You can see that there was a pretty lady sitting next to Kate, but all you can see is her leg. |
As Mitch emerged from the briney deep, he flopped up the beach with the delicate precision of an expert snorkeler. With the utmost in grace and dexterity, he padded across the beach and softly dropped down to pull his Dos Equis from the sand. |
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There were ruins just down the street from the condo. On the day when the family checked them out, it was a lot warmer, and lots of iguanas were out basking in the sun. The ruins weren't as cool as Tulum, but it was easier to climb around on them. |
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Mitch's last request on the trip was to go parasailing. Both he and Pete did it, but this is just a picture of Mitch lifting off. |
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