The whole way to Piste the taxi driver was blasting American hip-hop music like 50 cent and that milkshake song. There is something about being in a car listening to hip-hop that makes a person from L.A. feel more comfortable.
I arrived at the Piramide Inn, thanks to the Lonely Planed guide for the reccomendation. As I was checking in for a two night stay three Italian guys, Marco, Riccardo, and Davide, came in right behind me. Later I ran into them at the hotel restaurant. We sat together and talked, ate, drank beers and tequila and agreed to hang out the next day and check out the Chichen Itza ruins together. Then we were off to bed, soothed to sleep by the sound of the pouring rain outside.