give me two pina coladas...

ah mexico. in the wintery hell of korea my father and i had a conversation like this:
dad: i want to take you on a trip when you get back to america.
me: ummm...dad, at that time i'll be unemployed, living at home, eating your free food, after a month-long vacation in southeast asia , but shoot, why not keep the vacations rolling!
dad: where do you want to go?
me: a beach with pina coladas.

so, mexico it was.
now, as southern californians, we have a tainted view of mexico via experiences at the tijuana border. primarily involving montezumas revenge, human drug trafficing (think orphesus), obligatory Chiclet purchases from the pitiful children, and regretful shopping involving enormous Tweetybird banks and eagle-embroidered panchos. the 80's movie cheech and chong will bring our experience to life. but, i opened my mind that the rest of mexico could be better.

reasons i now love mexico:
1. pina coladas
2. meating men named margarito (and theories of tequlia-involved labor)
3. saying hola and adios muchachos without rebuke.
4. pina coladas on the beach under cabanas.
5. being mistaken for my dad's girlfriend (hey, atleast i look old enough now)
6. insane mexican drivers.
7. pina coladas on the beach under cabanas brought by pedro in quick fashion.
8. beaches in january.
9. ferocious, pity-less bargaining with fingerless men.
10. salsa dancing with the spanish-speaking elderly.
11. mi madres newfound love for beer.
11. a plethora of 1970's VW bugs, bringing back my childhood dreams of owning my very own live car named Herbie...I kept expecting one to wink at me.
12. no montezumas revenge. thank God!
13. Garfield and John went to Acapulco, me too.
14. incessant singing of any song involving mexico (jimmy buffet, jump little children, etc.) or pina coladas (GARTH).
15. the confidence to sing without any talent. (alright, so that's not limited to specific countries...)
16. mocking the accent (meeeeeester michael) and it being mistaken for practice.
17. any vacation on papi's penny.


in short, mexico is a fabulous place. i reccommend a trip outside the hazy tiajuana-shaped box.
(and a trip with these two rediculous people too)