I woke in my hotel in Veracruz, Mexico and wandered to the balcony to inspect the day. I noticed some very lacy underwear on my balcony floor that I cannot recall seeing the evening before. As the balcony was not attached to any other I found it odd and simply shrugged, and went on my way without informing anyone.
Breakfast at the hotel, followed by a stroll by the harbour. Aside from the street vendors and shops there were men jumping into the murky (garbage laden) water demonstrating their skill to retrieve coins people were throwing in - mildly entertaining. I kept walking for a short while, but felt like I was just wasting time (which I was) until my ride would meet me to continue on my journey.
After my morning stroll I came back to the room and began to pack. Two women from housekeeping knocked on my door around noon. They were trying to explain something to me in Spanish but my lack of ability to comprehend the language elicited more 'action' form them then 'dialogue'. They promptly made their way to collect something from my balcony... giggling as they did.
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