The hardest thing about being a tourist is resisting the urge to be a tourist.

The dirt cheap, watered-down margaritas from Carlos ‘N Charlie’s wage a constant war with the ear-splitting music from Senor Frogs. And with the divine Siren song of just-like-home greasy Hard Rock Cafe fries wafting in the air, we turned our back to commercialized Cozumel and headed inland.
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