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Today we took a boat tour of the Sumidero Canyon. We were the only Americans on the tour and no one spoke to us. It was a little strange, but I’m getting used to that. I’m not sure what I was thinking agreeing to a boat tour what with still being a little dizzy from the inner ear thing, but it was fun. The water was brown and in places covered in floating trash. No swimming. That part was difficult for the Mr - all that water and he couldn’t go in. Oh and there are alligators too. The cliffs are really pretty amazing and driver did a good job of pointing out places of interest. At least, I think he was pointing out places of interest. It was all in Spanish and I was only able to make out some of it. You know, things like derecho and izquierida.



And tonight we happened upon a quaint little restaurant on one of the side streets. No idea what it was called, but we ate in an indoor courtyard next to a big tree with candles hanging from the limbs. The satellite radio was set to a love song station. Highlights included Barry Manilow (Mandy), George Michael (Careless Whispers) and a cover of some sappy 70s song by the woman with the great voice from Everything But the Girl. The special was a meat plate for two. It had some fancy Spanish name, but it was basically a plate of steak, chicken, turkey, chorizo and some mystery sausage, all grilled nicely with tortillas, beans and super spicy pico de gallo on the side. We had the place to ourselves. We still haven’t gotten over the early bird special approach to dinner. Of course, in Mexico, that means eating before 9. We had a lot of meat left over, so I took it in a to go box and left it up by the church for a street dog to hopefully find.