The third trip was Aijji, Mexico about 45 minutes from Guadalajara. I called it my Geriatric Junket trip. It was my introduction to a expatriate community. It left me with an indelible impression of expatriates as a group of lost souls who bodies were sustained by alcohol.
The first drink started about 8:30 a.m. at the clubhouse and by 8 p.m. in the evening red faces radiated brightly. This was a retirement ex-pat community.