'Shooping' at the Market

Yeah, I know you think that's a typo but quite honestly, that was what was written on our little sheet of info. Besides, I think 'shooping' sounds more fun than 'shopping'. Shopping always gets such a bad rap.
We loaded onto our air conditioned bus for the 25 minute drive to old Cancun and then were given shooping tips like, "Never pay what they ask. Negotiate whether you're paying in Pesos or US dollars up front. If you're buying silver ( and who wouldn't be in this home of silver jewellery?), make sure it's pure, not pewter or plated."

Colour everywhere!

Thus armed, we were cast forth on the shop keepers who, like everyone else that I've met in this country, offered friendly greetings. They all had inventive responses if we said no to their invitation to come into their shops. It was a fun couple of hours. I think my favourite purchase is a 12" long wooden whistle. It is a gift for great-grandson, Ryland, who I'll be seeing in Oshawa on Tuesday. I hope he has a really good time with it at Grandma Lisa's house. I'm betting it will have a short life once he takes it home!
We sat opposite the same couple on the bus as we had on the Tulum excursion and agreed to join them for a pre-dinner cocktail. Last evening there was a closing cocktail party and dinner ( same as last week). The cocktail party washed around us as we sat outside. Two of the four of us changed for dinner... I was not one of them. Margarita hosted a splendid get-together.
We were treated to a Mariachi band during dinner which was delightful.

Our Mariachi treat.

Then followed the farewell from the staff  that sees them all walking briskly around the room waving while we clap.

Appreciation.

 We were so well looked after here and apparently, staff members were heard to say what an agreeable and happy group we were.
This has been fun...all of it!
Adios, Cancun. Hasta luego.