Cancun | Gray Connections

Arriving at the Cancun airport requires tolerance for chaos. On the other hand, it’s a great place to meet persuasive people who want to take you places.
Treat all red octagonal “ALTO” road signs as recommendations.
Hearing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” simultaneously with the pounding of ocean surf on fine sand creates serious cognitive dissonance.
(air conditioning)+(incomplete door seal)+(tropical thunderstorm) = damp musty bedding
92% relative humidity leaves fascinating streaks in excess sunscreen.
Uncontrolled experiments prove UBF50 swimwear protects you longer in the ocean than the waterproof sunscreen you put on your face.
Standing in the surf provides a feast of sensory delights — if you keep your mouth shut.
White sand beaches migrate into hotel rooms.
A Spanish-English dictionary app radically reduces time spent ordering and shopping for food.
When boiling tap water for drinking the next morning, the kitchen timer is your friend.
Tropical tours that depart early in the morning will reduce exposure to heat and cheap souvenirs.
Lisa Simpson becomes an alto in Spanish. That’s just wrong.
According to my blistered toes, those newly-rediscovered sandals I packed were lost for a reason.
Every breakfast buffet should feature chocolate sauce for omelets.
Departing from the Cancun airport requires running an upscale shopping gauntlet.
Ending a tropical vacation with an aerial view of the Northern Lights is pure awesomeness.

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