She repeated the word again, I knew the word, it was real familiar. But the meaning was not coming to me. I spelled the word in my head. I pictured it spelled out with those big building blocks that a child would play with. I could spell it backwards,…. what does it mean? She had that hopeful look…….. “this dumb gringo will get it eventually“, but all I had to offer was a bewildered, brain dead, expression. Her hopeful look disappeared and she began to repeat the word louder and faster as though  that would help. I cried uncle. “no entiendo”. She had a disappointed, exasperated look now. I gave her my best consoling, compassionate, face and said (in English) “you know, if learning a language was easy women could do it”. It was real hard to keep a straight face. Now she had the bewildered look….

Progreso Yucatan State Mexico, this is the longest pier in Mexico 6k

Progreso playa, few people here

A strong Norte arrived and foiled my plans to bike back to Merida via Calkini, so I took a primera clase bus. On Tuesday I took a bus to Progreso, tooled around town a bit then rode back to Merida on the bike with the wind to my back. It was a beautiful day.