Day 16

Our mishmash vagabond train continued today. As we wound through the Mexican countryside it is no wonder that heads turned, though those with whiplash do not know the biography on any of us. Those of you reading this have nothing to visualize our ragtag nature. So here it goes... Head of the train is our HR/Mother hen a  Venezuelan born Israeli, followed by an Israeli who came via Australia, a Sierra Leon born Lebanese from Michigan, a Massachusetts born native, a Philippino, an Israeli turned New Yorker/jet setter, a Russian born Israeli, a third generation Mexican American Texan, another Israeli who I do not know the full back story but speaks Spanish, an Israeli army special services soldier turned South American trekker who came via Miami, and Steph and I.
Steph still gets the most head turns, her platinum hair and now nose-bridge freckles make her look like she belongs on a 2010 re-imagining or the Swiss Miss label. 
Back to the trip, WE GOT OUR FM3s, which means we can legally work in Mexico! We spent 3 hours at the immigration office because one of our fellow travelers papers were lost. Granted we spent most of those hours sitting in the morning sunlight of beautiful Central Mexico, but we were all too eager to just finish up this argues trip and get the return home over with.
Because of the paperwork delay the return trip happened in less time but we were late for every departure. Thank Jesus the Mexican airport security isn't as stringent as the U.S, otherwise we would have missed our flight. 
Differences between the first trip and the return were:
We saw more on the bus between Cuernavaca and Mexico City where they showed Gran Torino which made Steph cry, there were no crying babies on the plane, we took a van/cab instead of a bus between Cancun and Playa De Carmen, and the nighttime ferry ride was really pleasant and relaxing. 
We were not even planning to go to dinner because we were so tired  but some of our traveling companions insisted. We showed up to Del Sur not even hungry but soon we were mawing down Argentinian barbecued beef till we burst at the seams. If anybody can make it to Del Surs, Renne the owner is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet.