While we were in Mexico, I bought postcards to mail to my parents and I also bought one to send home, so we could have a souvenir with the Mexico postmark.
I bought the postcards on the ship, but I wanted to mail them in Mexico, for the postmark. I figured I could find a mailbox on any street corner.
Ummm, no. Apparently the people of Mexico do not believe in mailboxes. I couldn't find a single one.
Finally, I popped in to the lobby of what looked like a nice resort. "Can I drop these in your mailbox?" I asked at the concierge desk.
"Sorry, Senora," the man answered, "We don't have a mailbox."
Really. Of course. Because hotels don't get mail.
The man brightened. "But I will mail them for you."
"You will? That's fantastic! Thank you!!!!"
I skipped back to the boat, confident that I was going to come home to the most awesome souvenir ever.
Can you imagine my disappointment when we came home and there was not a postcard waiting for me? My parents didn't get anything, either. What the heck? Did that hotel guy throw my postcards away? What a rip off!
I was upset, but I got over it. I mean, they were only like 35 cents. No huge loss.
Then, three days ago, I got a surprise in the mailbox:
My postcard! Umm, from.... Albuquerque. New Mexico, not Mexico.
How the heck did it get there? And why did it take so freakin' long?
I suspect that the mail in Mexico is transported by burro.