The Finishing Touch

So, Dr.Phil is over now, and I can finally finish my travel summary.

From Palenque we teletransported ourselves to Quintana Roo.
The rain clouds followed us and we tried to escape.
Beaches with rain are not good.
Got sick, found no cheap places to stay.
Ended up overnighting in a tent in stormy weather.
Wanted to fly away with the wind.

Stayed nowhere for more than a day.
Americanised paradise.
Ciudad del Carmen was the first place to feel like home.
Stayed there, walked on its modern avenues.
Hearing English all over.
Islands, Cancun's two worlds.
Hurricane-damaged traces of luxury.

From Cancun and anxiety to get away to Merida and will to stay.
Streets like in Puebla, friendly people, sombreros and the Mayan empire.
Carnavals all over. People of all races and roots and traditions blended together
into the Mexican chaos and noise.
Ice cream and reality tv on cable tv.
Cheap places to stay, food to eat and some universal love.

The Pemex City, the petroleum city, Carmen.
Finally a free place to stay with some family.
The sea was "not affected by the petroleum industry" and
appartently housed some dolphins we never saw.
Yet, it was darker than Mexico City's tap water, with dead fish on its waves.
American cars, American music, American this and that.
I just wanted Mexico.