My brain today is as scrambled as this plate of Huevos Mexicana below taken at the market, so I'll just post some random photos and not try to tell a story.
Oops, one randomly funny detail from the trip does come to mind. One rainy evening, we hopped in a cab out at Casa Luna Turquesa and headed towards El Centro for dinner. The taxi driver proudly showed us a handy dandy machine given to him by an American friend. He picked up the remote and the little electronic device started making farting noises. I recognized it immediately because a friend of ours in Seattle had once used one just like it to embarrass me in a swanky restaurant. Every time the waitress would get near me, the friend (?) would activate the device and all hell would break loose. Oddly enough, the remote for the friend's little toy disappeared a few months later, rendering it useless. I always got blamed for that, but I suspect the culprit was his wife. Anyway, the Isla taxi driver said Americans really like his new toy, but it doesn't go over so big with locals.