January 31, 2005

Almost 2 weeks ago, my beautiful Mexican mom-in-law Cruz and her boyfriend Paulie embarked on a 4-week travel adventure through Mexico and Guatemala.

Paulie has been faithfully updating his friends and family with email reports from the road since, and while they always reflect his exquisite sense of humor, this last one had me rolling on the floor. Here's an excerpt I thought truly worth of broadcasting to the world (and if you've ever been to Mexico, you'll instantly grasp the truthfulness of his writing):

It was time to move on, but first a comment on Mexican bathrooms.

I don't know about the rest of you - but I have never used a Mexican toilet that worked properly, except in a luxury resort in my past life. They either never flush or never fill or some such malfunction. The plumbing in the sinks are never secured either. They wiggle every which way and usually the water trickles out. There is always a bucket under the sink.
And the urinals are always too high. I mean most Mexicans are shorter than me! What are they thinking? I usually have to stand on my toes!
I had a first the other day. I went into a bathroom that seemed in amazing order for Mexico. I sat down and immediately found that the toilet seat was a size too small for the toilet and it fell through with me on it.

I know that all is true, because we are now in Guatemala and the toilets all work fine.