Tasha relaxes in one of the many rocking chairs provided for your comfort at the North Carolina (Raleigh) airport, voted "Southern Charm Air Travel Capital of the South East." *

Just look how cozy! *

Air travel, good shopping, fast food... America.

The entrance to our palacial Mexican residence.

Standing in the entryway, which is (not) Spanish, for "Entry Way."

That's a hot tub. It's in the room. Oh yea, this is awesome.

These two people had clearly been in the sun way too long. It's hard to tear away from such a good Mariachi band!

Mexican aristocracy is crafted from Iron and painted brown. The lower classes are made from palm fronds.

This man had the lovliest voice... perhaps.

Here he is again with fill flash.

Note: This hotel was GIGANTIC.

Views of the hotel, 1.

Views of the hotel, 2

At noon each day, a very tan man, very buff man would walk around and scream "iz time for water exercise! Ereybody in dee pool!" Of the 100 people around the tool, Tasha was one of the 9 that responded. Goooo FITNESS!

"I lost my contact lens!"

Hooray for keeping in shape! Can I have a margarita please?

Parasailing. Fun summer activity? Or breezy death wish! I'll take option B.

"Come hook yourself to a parachute attached to a tiny boat by fishing wire and hope that you tipped the drunk, Senor Frog party captain enough so that he makes sure you don't float away after the rope breaks!" Not that I was worried.

This hotel was "all inclusive," a fairly simple, but amazingly awesome concept. Here you see it manifested in FREE TEQUILA EVERYWHERE.

With friends like these, you'll be spending a lot of time vometing.

Fountain.