Cancun

I remember Cancun, Mexico, from years ago. The breeze was fresh and warm along the shore in the night. The water in the beach was warm like in a bathtub. The meals were extravagant buffets. I ate frog legs for the first time. It was a Club Med resort. The gardeners and the room attendants were Mayan descendants. I bought books about Mayan linguistics. I really liked snorkelling in the clear waters full of life.

There is too much English in this world. The noisy working language of tourism is mainly English. If one goes to Bali, Cancun, Prague, etc., this phenomenon becomes evident.