Olla once again from Mexico. As the trip continues the more I learn, and today was no exception. First I have to lay down some ground rules for Mexico which I am now privy too. Although I’ve been here two days not knowing them or learning them quickly can be your downfall both here in country and of course back home. So without further distraction… Oh wait I found something shiny.. Ehem, further distraction, I’ll move right into day number Melon Bowl.

The first rule of vacationing abroad, especially a country where the sun hardly ever sets, and burns like the fires of Hades all day is simple. The sunscreen you’ve brought, sorry to inform you, but it is not enough. Should you be fortunate enough to have genetically inherited a darker skin tone like my cousins, then congratulations. Life has given you a worldly passport to the hot and humid lands. However for those northerners like myself who hail from Arian ancestry, our pale white skin cannot handle anything, no matter what is covering it. (Except snow, which rarely occurs this near the equator, but could you imagine, we’d be set) Regardless, it’s truly irrelevant how white we are anyway, because within a day the white gives way to red and the red introduces PAIN! The Moral of this story doesn’t exist sadly, unless you see the need to view it as "be darker" or for the desperate people, "fake bake" and hope to hell it deflects some natural UV for the chemically light generated type. I trade off nonetheless

Second rule is less of a rule and more a general worldly observation. It began with a statement several years prior to this trip while I was still in Canada, that was exactly, and I quote exactly, "This is the best Mexican food in the world". First off, for those who know where I am going with this, I was young, dumb, and was convinced the world was flat… (no, that’s not right), convinced the world consisted of the red and white maple leaf land. I was wrong. The best Mexican food in the world, is in Mexico, doesn’t take a genius to put that together, it takes a pilot and 4.5 hours of travel time from most of our fair country. And so I have adopted this rule, as only seems right to influence my future and correct any misgivings I may have in similar situations. Plainly put, the best food of a certain cultural background, comes from the country itself. Eat Chinese (Real Chinese) in China, Thai in Thailand, Whatever they have In Australia. As for Canada with our lack of cultural diversity. Well we lay claim to the indistinguishable mess that is Poutine. So There.

I’d also like to mention that getting in shape becomes a priority while you are away. Whether it be the fact your shirt is off the entire time, or that everyone else looks hella more attractive in this light, its and inspired thing. It got me out of bed this morning early to hit the gym for and hour (first time in months) followed by a thirty minute run on the beach. Perhaps when you book, the travel agency should give you a goal to meet before the vacation, so you are prepared and looking fine when you get there, but either way, all the free time allotted to me allowed for a solid two and a half hours of beach volleyball, and a swim to the boundary buoys this afternoon. And that leads me full circle to the first point, sunscreen was not enough.

So tonight I sit by the clay ovens, dealing with a peckishness issue after an enormous (REAL) Mexican dinner. I’ll never look at a fajita or taco again the same way. And sadly, I think I’ll harbour a slight disappointment every time I bite into one now. But that is the life of a traveller I suppose. You experience the best pieces of a foreign culture, and then the imitations that used to satisfy what you believed was desire no longer satisfy what you now truly know as something special.

However, I suppose that in itself is a blessing, for it encourages you to return and re-experience that lost excellence you so crave. And thus, the travel bug can be captured by something as simple as a rumbling stomach.