September | 2015 | Looking for the Sweet Spot

We now interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you another episode of Teen Talk. I assure you, everything you are about to hear is real and unedited. Please, do not try this at home. Unless you are fond of servitude.

One day, Teen decided to establish his place in the Familial Hierarchy.

Mom: “Teen, are you working this weekend?”

Teen: “Yes, all day Saturday. Do you know if my work clothes have gone through the laundry yet?”

Mom: “I’m not sure, we should check when we get home tonight.”

Teen: “Ok”

Mom: “Send me a text message as a reminder. Otherwise, I am afraid, by the time we get home later, we will forget to check.”

…ding…

Text from Teen: Dear slave,

Make sure to wash and iron my good clothes for my upcoming business affairs.

Sincerely,

The Overlord

The End

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We weren’t supposed to stay there, in fact we considered driving right on by and not even stopping. However, we hate to feel like we might have missed something (like a talking cross that doesn’t talk, or incidentally – sing!). So, into the town of Bacalar we went. The town is small, and still relatively untouched by the tourism hordes. In fact, it reminded me of the quiet, bohemian feel of Playa Del Carmen long before the overflow from Cancun turned it into a perpetual spring break.

Maybe we were lucky, maybe it was kismet or maybe we simply paid enough travel dues (like flying all the way to Ecuador next to “Forrest Gump” , getting his views on the countries’ high altitude, “lawdy, lawdy it’s high up in there”) – whatever the reason, we found ourselves outside this gate…

Like a Mexican gated community.

Our tentative knocks on the gate were greeted by a young women’s head squeezing out of the smallest crack in the gate opening. We explained to her head that we were looking for a room for the night. We must have looked normal and harmless enough, with one teen’s face stuck to the screen of his phone, and the other scarfing Mexican Doritos and thus we were allowed into the secret chamber. As soon as we walked in, the reason for the secretive nature became clear…

Who wouldn’t want to guard this?

The hotel had 5 cabana type rooms, right on the lagoon, nestled in palm trees. Lucky for us, one of the reservations had decided not to show up and we were more than happy to take their place!

A room with a view.

We didn’t waste any time jumping into the that beautiful jewel green water…

Or making use of the hammocks…

Or digging our toes into that soft (albeit a little creepy in that soft squishy, ‘what exactly is that stuff’ kind of way) spa like mud/sand lagoon bottom.