Count on this daily

Although we haven't yet settled into our full routine here in Mexico, I can assure you of this: There will be a bucket of four Coronas and two drink-specials-of-the-day delivered to us on the beach each day at about 4 p.m.

Best thing about this picture: You can't see Ken's toes. Worst thing: You can see Ron's.

Dollars turn into pesos, and pesos turn into drink tickets, and suddenly it's like having Monopoly money to spend. Absolutely no pain involved in handing over eight little tickets for happy hour. Plus tip.