For Those of You Following My Mexican Police Debacle

Good news! After having my driver’s license confiscated in February in the Yucatan for driving a heart-stopping 37 mph in a 24 mph zone, things worked out as planned: I went to the Texas DPS in March, ordered my new driver’s license, and it arrived in my parents’ mailbox a mere ONE week later.

Meaning, I still have absolutely no guilt about snorkeling instead of visiting Puerto Morelos’ police headquarters on a perfectly snorkel-rific Saturday afternoon.

Now that’s some good ole’ American efficiency right there, folks.