Paradise Gained


Damn, I feel like a tourist. I lathered sunblock on my entire body about three times today. And I have the splotchiest sunburn I have ever had.

I look like that guy. You know, the one that looks like he can’t sleep at night, because the sunburn is redder than a fire engine.

I have Puerto Rican blood, and I can tan like nobody’s business. But I can also burn like a punk. I really thought the sunblock would do its job today.

We’ve had a great day, and tomorrow is going to be fun, but stressful. We start shooting in the morning, and we’re going to be shooting until the party ends closer to 10 or 11 p.m.

I’m off to rest up.

 

 

Playa Del Carmen meet the Wittifinis

Yesterday we landed in sunny Cancun and then got a shuttle out to our hotel in Playa Del Carmen. When we got here, we had to make our return arrangements with some cheesy sales guy named Mario.

I was pissed off, because we had to wait to talk to the guy while he sold some schmo an outing to some nearby money trap.

All I wanted to do was get out to the beach or get a cocktail. We’d been up since 3 a.m. at that point, and waiting to talk to a salesman was the last thing on my list of things to do.

Afterwards, we started walking around the resort and ran into Adam and Sarah, they are brother and sister-in-law to the bride and we shot their wedding last November.

We had a cocktail with them and they gave us a rundown of how things work. Of course they were lit up from a day of drinking.

Then we freshened up and met a few people at a bar later, only to retire early for some room service and bedtime.

We’re watching the first season of Modern Family. Last night we watched two episodes during dinner and then hit it.

This morning, I ran four miles. I’ve showered (with Florence + The Machine) and now it’s time for the breakfast.

Pictures to come later today.