. So much for trying to eat like the locals. At least the beer tasted good. We hung out on the patio after our disappointing meal to write in our journals, inhale the secondhand smoke from all the other hostel guests, and listen to live trova music (classical Mexican guitar more or less). The next day, after a good deal of asking directions combined with wandering aimlessly, we found the bus station that would take us to Dzibilchaltun, another Mayan ruin an hour´s ride out of town. The ruin itself was just okay, but I loved seeing the artifacts and displays in the wonderfully air-conditioned museum and cooling off in a cenote that was the principal water source for the site. The sinkhole was something like 45 meters deep and a diving expedition had found human and animal bones, jewelry, idols, and the like at the bottom of it. Strange to be swimming in a hole that you can´t see or reach the bottom of. Back in town, we had a similar evening to the one before, except this time we bought delicious meltable cheese at a supermercado and made great quesadillas. After dinner, we walked around the plaza area again and enjoyed watching a street performer play Amazing Grace on a saw with a violin bow. Next morning, we got up early to pack up and head out to Uxmal, another great Mayan archeological site.
Our first morning in Merida held a couple of firsts for Matt: doing laundry by hand and cutting hair, mine specifically. Between the salt water, heat, and infrequent showers, my long hair didn´t last a week down here. At just above my shoulders (the same length as Matt´s much to his dismay) it is so much easier to deal with. We spent most of the morning at the hostel, a couple hours on the internet while it downpoured on our clothes hung out to dry, and headed to the local market, you know a REAL local market with stalls and produce in boxes. We ate lunch there at a little taqueria having ¨tortas¨ with carne ¨de pastor¨. At the market I even found replacement sunglasses for four dollars, they make me slightly dizzy when I look at the ground for some reason. After dropping off our dinner ingredients at the hostel, we browsed a Museum of the City and explored the Main Plaza area. Dinner was a bust. We had unmeltable-cheese quesadillas with a tasteless avocado on top, and one of the ears of corn we bought had a caterpillar in it