What’s FB?

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We took the bus to the other side of the marina today. Our marina is a river/estuary, so to get to the other side—to the other marinas and restaurants—requires a bus or water taxi. Anyway, we went over there, grabbed some ice cream at the OXXO (convenience store, which we wish was on our side) and played in the plaza.

By plaza I mean an actual Mexican style plaza with gazebo, benches, and nice landscaping, but this one is plopped down in the middle of nothing. Well, not nothing exactly—there are some condos I guess. It’s just a weird place; that side of the marina. It feels like an abandoned town. An abandoned town with gardeners.

Our kids played in a dusty parking lot for an hour, throwing rocks, making rock and leaf tacos, and dragging palm fronds around to roll rocks in. That sort of playing seemed totally normal based on the surroundings. Half-abandoned condo buildings with no view of water, others with not a single person to be seen anywhere, and an art gallery apparently without customers or employees. Just strange. Can’t imagine how upside down the early investors are in that area.

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Conversation overheard today:

Lady holding iPad up in the air: “Excuse me, can you tell me how to get connected?”

Employee: “Si. Connect to Infinitummovil. Okay, then bring a page up on the internet for sign in.”

“Oh, I’m not using the internet, I’m using Facebook.”

(Some day my kids will read this, turn to me, and ask, “What’s Facebook?”)

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