So, as it turns out, Mexican ice cream is very similar to Canadian ice cream. Cold, creamy, and delicious. Either way, Dad still doesn't trust me to eat it myself. Sure, you throw a couple cones on the ground and all of a sudden you are branded as a "ice cream tosser".
After a week in Mexico, my views on the country have changed drastically. Originally, I pictured a more impoverished, desert covered place where they make cheap knock-off products. Turns out, at least the part that I saw, consists of lots of beautiful swimming pools, beaches, and luxury accommodations. Everywhere we went there were bars where you could just order any type of drink you would like... for free!! Craziness. How can Mexico afford this?
Anyways, after a week of sun, sand, and relaxation, we were ready to go back to the daily grind of Canada. Even with SPF 100 sunscreen, I still ended up with a pretty solid sun tan.... with no tan lines!
Maybe I should suggest they install one of those "free" bars at the park. All the parents I saw seemed to really enjoy them. The more they went back, the more they seemed to laugh. Although, I did see one Dad that fell over at the bar. Maybe he just got dizzy from being out in the sun too long....
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