The local shopkeepers all wanted to improve their English and sell more to the tourists, so they refused to speak to us in Spanish. For those who don’t have to work there, it’s easy to find a party every night. But we didn’t really find a place to visit that reflected the intense cultural history of Mexico, just a spring break-type party city. The contrast between thriving tourist areas and slums is all too sharp and heartbreaking.

PS: The golf-cart-like taxis? They’re called “pool-mon-ee-ahs” not “pool-moan-yahs”