Fannie, Fannie is the nick name to those named Stephanie in Mexico, at least according to our new street performer friend Philipe. Steph, or Fannie, likes it so it might stick.
As it turns out Cozumel changes faces on Sundays, like a harlequin removing her makeup, we saw the sleepy soft side to Cozumel. I only had to say no about a hundred times today verses the thousand or so times that is accompanied with walking down the streets. I need a shirt that says I am not a tourist, but with a Swede for a wife I don't believe anyone will believe me. Ironically I have been gaining a healthy bronze while she has remained as white a babies fanny.
It turns out the bar I complained about two days ago is part of Cozumels weekly transformation. We sat quietly over the Caribbean drinking cevesas connected to the Internet and we found nobody annoying. Because Sundays will be our day off for the most of our remainder of stay we were overjoyed with this realization and look forward to the remaining lazy Sunday afternoons swimming in the ocean. If only our bodies could whip into shape by next Sunday, at least none of the 19 year olds will be there.
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