Real Mexican Part Dos

Here's a little more of El Tajin and Nautla.  Hey, I took all these pictures and I'm gonna use them, dang it!!!

I'm too tired to flip this photo.  

We were not supposed to climb or touch or, I don't know, go inside any of the ruins.  No speaka the Mexican.  Chad is baptizing Dalton because that is unofficially what we decided that space was for.

Quick, someone's coming.

More climbing into spaces we weren't supposed to be in.

Hear no evil.  See no evil.  No speaka the evil.

Squatty potty.  Also what we decided that space was for.  Just us Woolners butchering true Mexican heritage because we have no idea what this stuff was used for.

I mean, how cool is that?

There are no drinking fountains, but there are old ladies everywhere who will bring you juice in bags.  Sold.

I think he's pointing to a lizard.  I don't know.  My contacts are not in.

Pretty much these guys are ruined out.  Thanks for putting up with them one last time for us!

El Ninja.  El Ninja is Spanish for "The Ninja".

This is where the pole dancing/swinging thing originated.  If you're looking for cultured facts, you're barking up the wrong tree.  I wasn't sleeping, remember?  Yeah, I don't really remember much of anything.  

Time for meat, beans and rice!

Our hotel pool was beautiful.

Lichis.  Kind of like a large, white grape.  Deliciouso!