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I also received my acceptance to the Bush School of Government and Public Service at Texas A&M today. 

I have been selected!

I have been anxiously awaiting an envelope from the Lyndon B. Johnson School of Public Affairs at UT-Austin notifying me of whether I have been selected for admission to pursue my Master of Global Policy Studies.  Today, I sat down at my desk after being away for about an hour, and opened up an e-mail from admissions.  There it was.  My anti-climactic acceptance to their school!  

While simply clicking on an e-mail was not nearly as exciting as it would have been to tear open the sealed envelope holding pretty UT Stationary, sure to be filled with exlamation points and positive words of acceptance, I am still thrilled! And, the letter will follow shortly, and perhaps that letter will be filled with exlamation points at the end of some large sum of money that they are offering me to attend their school.  That would provide enough excitement to make up for finding out about my acceptance by e-mail.  

In other news, I had a very successful interview with A&M and should find out about their decision shortly.  I was nervous for the interview, but shouldn't have been.  If you get me talking about my professional goals and experiences, I get on a soap box and go on about my passion for international development forever.  They were extremely impressed with my field experience and what I'm doing now as well as my expressed enthusiasm.  Right now I am still saying that UT is my top choice.  But in reality, who really knows.  I haven't ever visited either school.  I need to visit, attend a few classes, check out the singles wards, and check out the cities.  Austin is a REALLY cool city though, so it gets big points for that.  I'll keep ya'll posted on what I end up deciding to do! 

The Yucatan!

Here are some highlights from my trip to the Yucatan Peninsula.  

Thursday Feb 25:

Flew into Cancun, rented a car and drove down to Playa del Carmen.  We spent the evening exploring the endless souvenir shops and ate at a delicious restaurant which had the BEST salsa that I have ever eaten in my life.  I made sure to inform the guy who seated us that I whole heartedly approved.  I would buy an airline ticket all over again just to go eat that salsa.  I also bought a virgin miami beach - a piña colada and strawberry daquiri mixed.  The restaurant had a live band and salsa dancing soon ensued.  
Our evening ended with a lovely night time walk down the beach. 

Friday Feb 26:

We took a ferry over to Cozumel first thing in the morning.  The boat rocked a lot on the waves and I got sick.  I threw up in a bag.  Awesome. Below is me 5 or 10 minutes before I lost it. 
I hated that ferry with a passion by the time we docked but I had to get directly onto another boat that took us out to the reef where we would be snorkeling at.  I forgot how much I L-O-V-E snorkeling!  While snorkeling I saw a large school of fish about 30 feet below me, came within 7 feet of a baracuda, saw some ridiculously large angel fish, and practiced equalizing the pressure in my ears so I could dive down a bit.  I have never been able to hold my breath very long under water, but it's amazing how easy it is to forget about your desire to breathe when there is abundant sea life to distract you!  I managed to dive down 15 feet.  It'd be awesome to dive down the 30 like my tour guide did. 

After snorkeling, I went shopping.  I walked into a man's store and within 5 seconds of seeing me, he said in Spanish, "Ya'll are Mormon aren't you?"  I was shocked.  I asked how he knew.  He said there was something different about us, we walk differently, we talk differently, there's just something different and it's hard to explain.  That was a cool experience.  He was very helpful in explaining the symoblism on the Mayan masks I was looking at.  I found one I liked and bargained him down from $35 to $25.  But, I hadn't shopped around at all and told him I wanted to look a bit before buying it.  I went into the next store, with the sole intention of figuring out if $25 was a good deal or not. I found a mask similar in size and workmanship and inquired the price.  The sales guy sized me up and said $140.  Confused, I asked him if that was American Dollars or Pesos. American.  I laughed.  I don't even know if I said anything in response, I only remember turning around laughing out loud, genuinely amused, and walked away as he called after me, "Wait!  Señorita, how much do you want to pay?" I went directly back to the first guy and told him I'd give him the extra dollar (he very begrudgingly went down to 25 from 26), because I like his customer service.  Still laughing that the guy tried to get me for $140 I went on my merry way with a beautiful mask to hang on my wall.

Becky flew in and met us at our hotel that evening.  It was a joyous reunion after a 4 month absence.  We celebrated by going out to dinner and sharing a seafood platter of fish, squid, shrimp, and octopus.  It was delicious!

Saturday Feb 27

We drove out to Tulum and marveled at seeing Mayan ruins for the first time.  There is a temple right along the cliffs of the Caribbean and it was incredible.  The water is turqouise and took my breath away.  After thouroughly exploring the ruins, we spent the afternoon lying on the beach and swimming in the warm, crystal clear waters. 

Eventually we booked it on over to Coba to see more ruins, but got there at the exact minute that they stopped letting people enter for the day.  Instead we stopped by the lake that my guidebook advised us not to picnic at because of its large crocodile population.  We spotted a croc and snapped a few pictures before heading off to Valladolid. Along the way we stopped by a cenote along the road.  Cenotes are humongo sink holes that are found throughout the peninsula.  Anciently, many were used to make human sacrifices to various gods.  The cenotes we visited are rather impressive.

Sunday Feb 28

After exploring the colorful colonial town, we headed off to church.  We asked people along the way where the Mormon chapel is located and they consistently pointed us in the same direction.  When we finally came to a street corner in a shady neighborhood, all that was there was the Jehovah's Witnesses church.  4 people in a row were under the impression that Jehovah Wintesses and Mormons are the same thing.  I found it extremely amusing and then proceeded to hail a taxi to take us directly to church, since we were now going to be late.  He drove us across town and took us to the correct building.  The picture on the left shows our feelings upon arriving and finding the gates locked and grounds empty.  After standing around a bit, confused as to what to do and wondering why nobody was at church, a man came up and told us they were all away at conference.  Of course.  Stake Conference, which is in a city hours away.  There was nothing to be done about church and so we went on our way to Chichen Itza and sang hymns in the car to make up for our missed church attendance. 

Chichen Itza was INCREDIBLE. Huge pyramids, observatory, cenote, ball court (think Road to Eldorado) and mayan souvenir venders galore.  Here are some pictures of the highlights: 

Monday March 1

Everyone but Becky and I flew home.  We relocated to The Westin and marveled at our ocean view room with plush white beds.  We spent the afternoon at the beach, experiencing Cancun for the first time.  Cancun beaches get an A++.

All in all, despite getting conned by the Mexican government, I very much enjoyed my trip!  I was most excited about seeing Mayan ruins for the first time but was also blown away by the Caribbean Sea.  Yucatan Vacation = Success.

Conned by the Mexican Government

I will happily tell of my Mexican vacation after this post.  But first, I will tell of the nightmare of a time I had getting home.  

Becky and I stayed at the southern tip of the Hotel Zone in Cancun on our last night at The Westin - a 4 star resort.  We had an ocean view room, feather pillows, and an inredibly white and soft bed. Understandably, it was hard to tear myself away from lying and listening to the crashing waves below and get ready to catch my flight.  I had planned on taking the bus to the airport since that is typically the cheapest option.  Unfortunately, all of the buses turn around right outside our hotel and head back up north along the hotel zone.  The airport however, is located 10 km west of the Westin.  Both a city bus driver and hotel employees had informed me that buses do not run to the airport, but I refused to believe it.  Turns out, I could in fact take the bus but it would involve taking the bus about 15 km north, then about 5 km west, and then about 20 km south again, basically making an incomplete 3-sided skinny rectangle on the map.  This would take, at best, 2 hours.  I did not have that sort of time and was therefore obligated to pay the set rate of 270 pesos for a 10 km ride to the airport - or about 6 miles for $22 USD.  Annoyed, I walked outside and got in a taxi, already grumpy from skipping breakfast because I refused to pay $7 for a bowl of cereal at the resort. 

I arrived at the airport and was pleased to find a relatively short line at the check-in counter. I then proceded to wait for almost an hour as they consistently helped the other 2 lines of "preferred passengers" instead of the ever-growing long line of apparently un-preferred passengers. When I checked in they asked me if I had my immigration form from when I arrived in Mexico.  I did not.  They sent me to the immigration office.  I entered the room, closed the door, and told the man at the desk that I did not have my immigration form and asked what I need to do about that.  He asked if I was sure about that because there would be a fine of 525 pesos to give me a new one.  My mind flashed back to a couple of days before when I had thrown away a bunch of paper that tends to accumulate when you travel - boarding passes, brochures, maps, etc. and I recalled very clearly looking at that immigration paper, checking to make sure my social and/or passport number wasn't on it, and seeing that it was only my name and b-day I tore it in 3 pieces and dumped it in the trashcan.  I told the man I was positive that I did not have that form. Not wanting to pay $43 USD to leave Mexico, I told him it was just a piece of paper and asked if there was anything I could do.  He said no, and told me that they would either ask for that form there in Cancun or in Mexico City before I boarded my connection to San Antonio.  He then kindly directed me to an ATM outside the door.  Unhappily, I stomped over to the ATM (okay, maybe I was only stomping in my heart, I probably just walked dejectedly) and withdrew the money.  I paid the guy 525 pesos in cash, took the newly signed form and went on my grumpy and hungry way through security wanting to cry about the cash I'd just forked over first to the taxi and now to an immigration official for a form that nobody told me I needed to keep. 

My luck wasn't all bad though.  On the flight from Cancun to Mexico City, someone had either a bottle of beer that shattered or a can that exploded in the overhead compartment above me.  I was awakened from my slumber as a result of a commotion directly in front of me.  It smelled like beer and I noticed that the guy in front of me had something spilled all over his face and clothes.  The exploded beer from above had leaked out onto the passenger in front of me and missed me and my stuff by about 6 inches.  I felt bad for the guy that was now sticky and smelling of beer but sent up a silent thank-you that it wasn't me. 

In Mexico City I was hungry and had 100 pesos left.  I wanted food and had about 15 minutes to find some before I boarded my next flight. However, all I could find was perfume, watches, and tequila.  As my stomach became increasingly angry at me for not paying the $7 and eating cereal this morning, I finally found a lone food venue.  I examined the menu, calculating how to get the most bang for my buck.  I finally decided that I would get the most food by buying a hot dog and french fries.  I ate them happily, using my ketchup sparingly as they were very stingy with handing it out and then boarded my flight to San Antonio. 

I landed in San Antonio, went through customs and was picked up by my mother.  Not one person had asked me for that immigration form.  And to add to my irritation, upon examination, the back of the form states clearly, "this document and its issuance are free".  Looks like I was tricked into contributing $43 to Mexico's fiscal budget for 2010.  Or maybe the immigration guy pocketed the cash.  Who really knows.