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The next day was uneventful.
However, the 5th day was better.
That was the day we were in Cozumel, Mexico.
It was amazing. It was unusallu cool in the shade, but hot in the sun. The water was amazingly clear, and the beaches sandy. Humidity was high. Jewlery stroes were the major bendor, besides people on the street. My granmother and I were userd into stores, the merchants persistant. People were offering to haggle, prices getting lower the more we looked. Stopping to gaze at something for more than a few seconds was deadly; after that you were hounded. I got my picture taken with a beautiful iguana.
It was a fun trip, but the most fun was the locals.
Apparently, I was unusally hot that day.
In the street, shen granda wasnt paying attention, a man told her "your daughter is beautiful."
She wasnt paying attention, but I was. I gigled, but diddnt blush until someone yelled "Her daughters sexy!"

Near the dock was a huge, two-story plaza. On the upper floors there were a few stores and a large balcony that looped all the way sround to a vie of the dock. On the second story, there was a cramped little store, overstuffed with items. However, we wernt up the stairs to it all the same. One of the workers, a young gentleman, helpedme up thestairs. I smiled at him, nodding politely before entering the shop. I could feel him watching me like a hawk, but I payed no attention to it.
Why was he staring? However, I let him look. What was the big deal?
My interest turned to an earring rack, crudely made of styrafoam. A paif of smal danglign red earrings caught my eye. A cirve and square bead hung off of the earring, both small. He came up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he brushed past to stand at my side. I could feel it in his touch; he thought I was hot. His hand fell to my back, just above my skirt. He spoke quietly to me, daring to stroke my back. My internal giggling schoolgirl was quickly squished by a snarling feminist, the desire to break his hand overtaking the desire to flirt.
"Do you like any of them?" He asked in a quiet voice.
"Kind of." I replied, taking a small step to the side to edge him off. However, it was a glare from an older co-worked that warded him off. The employee, however, stayed. He admired my earrings, lightly pushing aside my hair. "You like green?" He asked, eyeing my green shirt and earrings.
"Yea, its cool." I said wiht a slight grin.