No, I didn’t get stuck in Cancun after one drunken Spring Break. My parents didn’t even let me go on Spring Break. Well, except for with them, but we all know that doesn’t really count. I am actually really grateful (now) that they didn’t let me go. To say that I had poor judgement back then would be an understatement. Anyway, more about that later, let’s get back on track. I moved to Cancun of my own free will 9 years, 5 months, 3 days, 12 hours…(well you get the picture) ago. I have no idea why I am still here. Ok, well I have an idea…I am married and my Cuban husband does not want to move to the United States. (Don’t say America dummy…Mexico is America too.) We recently had a baby boy (let’s face it, I had him but I needed some help from Papi at the very beginning) and that has only made me want to return to the first world even more. So how does it feel to be stuck in “paradise”? You’ll find out here. At least, you’ll find out what I personally think of it. There is no way I could only complain about living in Cancun, so I’ll be complaining about a lot of other stuff as well. LOL Just kidding, I really don’t want this to be a complainfest. Hopefully it will be a place where I can share stuff (a great all-encompassing word) and probably give advice (I LOVE giving advice). Maybe you will enjoy my stuff and take my advice. Peace.