One morning in Mexico....

There I was, walking down the street in a Mexican village with not a dollar, or peso in my pocket(however had my wallet and cell phone). It was roughly 7:30am, had no idea where I was, and was honestly pretty scared. I knew I stuck out like a sore thumb. Probably have never been more "aware" of what was around me while walking. Pass a small house with the front yard mostly covered with trees and bush, and two dogs loudly bark at me....great....draw attention to the white guy in the bright shirt.

There's a "park" across the street, which has a couple of soccer goal posts, but no grass, just dirt. A beat up van sitting on the side of the road. A lot of small houses crowded close together on the bottom of the hill. Definitely not the Mexico you see in the Cabo brochures.

Flower just kicked me out of her house. The previous night, I met Flower at a club downtown. Being a company trip, and everyone I work with being much older than me and mostly married, this was my second night in a row going out alone.

From the small amount of conversation we could have(me no hablo espanol and her no hablo english), and what her English speaking friend told me, they were out celebrating Flower's birthday. She was giving me some SLIGHT signs of interest(shoving her tongue down my throat). At the end of the night, we hop in a cab...I tried getting her back to my hotel, but she wanted no part of it.

Get to her house, and she starts "shushing" me...ok it's obvious other people live there in the house. Cousins? Parents? Kids? Who cares. I'm drunk in a random Mexican village, nothing bad can come of that.

After, eh, playing chess for a while, it's early in the morning and all of a sudden something startles her. She jumps up, and pushes me into the bathroom that's connected to the small bedroom we're in...again shushing me.

I'm peeking out a little, and see her hand inside the room, and the rest of her is on the other side of the bedroom door, and she's whispering to someone. Now I'm starting to get myself ready for whatever is going to happen...wondering if I'm going to have to fight some male figure to get out of the house. Luckily nobody else comes back in the room but her.

She's still very nervous, and starts rushing me out of the house. I'm doing my best to ask her where I can find a bus or taxi, and she points "right" out of her house.

Bye Flower.

Walking down the street for a while, I stop a small bus, but the driver doesn't understand me and now it's obvious it's not a main city bus that's going to the Hilton.

Come across a street corner with a guy about my age standing there. Greet him in Spanish, and he greets me back in English. Tells me he just moved there from Cancun....he kind of laughs at me when I tell why I'm there at 7:30 am, and finally flags a taxi down for me. Driver takes me to an ATM, then I breath a sigh of relief for the 30 minute ride back to the hotel.

I had to call a friend back home to tell him what just happened....I'm sure I put myself in a very safe and normal situation during a Mexican vacation.