Akumal, Mexico

Well, I’ve been here in Akumal for a few days and have been digging the sunshine and (finally) adjusting to the humidity, poco a poco.  Although this place is gorgeous with its white sands and turquoise waters, I just can’t get over that tourist feeling.  You know the one.  Where you feel out of place, unwanted, like some neseccary evil the local economy must tolerate in order to survive.  Anyway, it ebbs and flows.  I’ve met a lot of genuinely nice and sincere people around here as well.  Tourism economies generate wealth and feelings of jadishness (<- I had to look that one up).

These resort towns on the Riviera Maya should juxtapose well with Cuba.

Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to meeting up with the rest of my Cuba-bound group on Sunday.  I have all these pent up observations I want to express, but don’t feel like there’s anyone around that’ll get it right now.  Thank Mother Technology for the for the widespread proliferation of the internet.  If it weren’t for being able to check email and my Facebook page, I’d be totally strung out.

Time to check my wall.

Hasta,
Flynn