{"id":820,"date":"2024-07-03T01:17:00","date_gmt":"2024-07-03T01:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/?p=820"},"modified":"2024-05-05T14:21:02","modified_gmt":"2024-05-05T14:21:02","slug":"not-everything-is-great-fourth-daily-dose-of-my-trip-to-mexico","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/andydawkins.com\/?p=820","title":{"rendered":"Not Everything is Great [fourth daily dose of My Trip to Mexico]"},"content":{"rendered":"

That second morning Robin was already having coffee at The Nice Place on the Beach, along with somebody I later learned was named Jimmy, when I arrived; so I sat the next table over.  Before Flower Girl showed up and Jimmy had left in a huff, I overheard Jimmy telling Robin the night before he was on the paved road when a group of men wondered if he was interested in a date.  (Jimmy is much older looking than Daniel and much more grizzled.)  Jimmy told them \u201cOnly if she\u2019s a virgin.\u201d  Jimmy claims he ended up in some family\u2019s parlor where the price was negotiated, and then he and the family\u2019s 20 year-old daughter were wished a good time.  Jimmy concluded saying it was fun, \u201cbut she didn\u2019t seem to want to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n

!Que Horrible!  Perhaps not surprising an economy so fueled by Americans, Canadians and Europeans, amidst poverty, would include sex trafficking \u2013 but selling off your virgin children??!!  I wonder how much of the drug fighting and killing up north can also be laid at our gringo doorstep?  My distaste for Jimmy and his story surfaced later in some not friendly, even weird, encounters with him \u2013 but all this distaste is for another day.  On with Beauty.<\/p>\n

On the other side of the moral compass, my relationship with Flower Girl was coming to an end \u2013 she was leaving that night.  We talked more about her genius in bio-chemistry, what she wanted to do with her life, why she thought prostitution should be legalized (but pimping was troublesome), and all things having to do with an enjoyable day at the beach.  When it was time for her to go at the end of the day, she brought me a gift \u2013 nicely wrapped as a surprise, it was her bag of marijuana.  I apologized for not remembering her name, could she say it again?  She told me, and I said I hoped to read about her as a famous person someday.<\/p>\n

As she was walking down the courtyard to her bus, Daniel and I accidentally met-up by the stairs.  \u201cWow, wasn\u2019t she sweet,\u201d I said, but I didn\u2019t mean it to be mean to Daniel, it\u2019s just the way it came out.<\/p>\n

The rest of the week passed without incident, but of course Daniel and I never became chummy because he\u2019s never chummy with the men \u2013 only if you are accompanied by a female do you even have a conversation \u2013 and then it\u2019s simply as a bridge to your female companion.  I have to admit it grew wearisome, overhearing conversations is unavoidable under la palapa, and there were always 4 or 5 or 6 bathing beauties to get to know.<\/p>\n

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Beach Favorites Grace & Ellen<\/p><\/div>\n

So that\u2019s my story about visiting Mike in Playa Zipolite, a place with four great things in combination:  1.  Beauty.  2.  Friendliness.  3.  Low Cost.  4.  No Rules.   P.S.  There\u2019s more to be told about la musica, las comidas, the breezes, waves and rocks, about why Playa Nudista?  Why Playa Muerto? about Susie the girl from Bristol England, about Donna the former CBC correspondent;  and I haven\u2019t even had a chance to tell how much fun it was hanging with Mike and sharing political gossip, but it\u2019s time to come home after a week of decadence.  I can\u2019t wait to get home to wholesome Minnesota, my wife Ellen and my family.  (Besides too many dogs shit in the sand.) Mike walked me to the colectivo (shared taxi) and I told him I\u2019d gone to say my good-byes to Daniel, but all he could do was grunt \u201cyah.\u201d \u201cNext time bring Ellen,\u201d Mike says, \u201cand see how much he talks to you.\u201d  I don\u2019t know, we\u2019ll see, I thought.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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