Or it should...but I'll get to that.
Amy and I visited Tulum archaeological site today.
Talum is a nice site on the coast. Normally, I would say that two hours is not enough for an uber-cool Mayan site but considering it poured buckets of rain on us the moment we arrived, two hours was plenty.
Even though we were soaked and almost blown away, it was mucho fun! And the site itself is situated right on the beach. Smart people, those Mayans. If I were going to build a house, I’d chose the same kind of area. Easier to fortify with the cliffs on one side and a food source almost at your front door.
After Tulum, we went to Xel-ha. Xel-ha an aquatic amusement park with snorkeling, tubing, swimming, etc. Much like the resort, it’s all-inclusive. Perhaps I am spoiled because of my snorkeling and diving experiences in Hawaii, but the snorkeling there was a little sad. Few fish. No reef (just rock), and little plant life.
Of course, it’s also mating season and I could not help but think that while the murkiness of the water was due to the thunderstorm of earlier, it wasn’t help by the fact that the male fish were fertilizing anything and everything.
EWW.
I didn’t spend that much time among them.
Instead, Amy and I drank margaritas for about an hour and watch the occasional iguana. Now, maybe it was the tequila, but when iguanas sit there and stare at back you, it looks they area going to open their mouth at any moment and say something.
Oh...if iguanas could only talk...
I see them as being charmers. Players. The Spanish equivalent of Joey from friends. “Hola Chica, como esta.” Hey baby, how you doin’.
After the tequila wore off, I dragged Amy around the park and made her take picture of me doing whatever the heck it is I do. In this case, it’s jumping off a cliff. It was only fifteen feet high but it still gave me an adrenaline rush to take the leap.
So even though it rained…and the iguanas refused to cooperate and speak, it was a good day!
Wow, the resort is gorgeous! But there are things to consider when they give you a room. Ask for either 1) near the beach or 2) in the middle of the resort. Why? This place is GINNORMOUS. Amy and I had a room up front (until we asked to be moved) and it was a hike to the beach. And I mean a HIKE.
This is our new view. Beautious!
I love to sit on the balcony, drink cervesa (beer) and watch the people. The couples. The families. The middle-age men wearing speedos and the middle age women with corn-rows and tiny bikinis. It’s all fascinating and sometimes makes me want to gouge my eyes out! Still, I like to watch the people do that voodoo that they do so well.
And the clothes. Call me crazy. But I seriously think it is a fashion faux paux to wear stiletto heels and short-shorts. Unless, of course, one is a streetwalker. I saw a number of twenty-somethings (and even fifty somethings) wearing the micro shorts, 4” heels and nonexistent tops. Twenty or fifty, the look makes me cringe.
Sometimes, you get what you pay for. My travel agent (who I still think is wonderful thank you very much) booked me the cheapest air we could find for my trip to Cancun. She gave me what I asked for and I ended up on Spirit Airlines. Good price. But in this case, I'm getting what I paid for. My frustation started with a simple mistake-I paid online for my baggage (which all airlines do) and they overcharged me.
I tried to called to get it fixed (tried being the operative word) and all I got was a busy signal every…single…time.
Seriously. Don’t they know what a phone-que is?
So I called their corporate office: 954-477-965 and every single mailbox was FULL or it popped you back to the busy signal.
I can only hope they are in business tomorrow!
I finally got pissed enough to google them and this is what I found:
http://www.my3cents.com/search.cgi?criteria=Spirit+Airlines
Next time, I fly anyone but Spirit Air!
Those who read my blog or know me know that I love Mexico. The people. The food. The culture. The archaeology. I think it's one of the best places on earth! And I miss it daily. So I am heading back. Not for good…just a vacation. Yes, I am taking an honest-to-god vacation. Not the kind I normally take. You know--back pack. Stay local. Eat weird food. Nope, this is a traditional, vacation. The kind where I sip fruity drinks by the pool, work on my tan and make quasi-lewd remarks to men half my age. Okay, not quasi-lewd….all the way lewd cause hey, its moi! But all in good fun, of course! Basically, a writer friend of mine is ditching her husband and kids and we're taking a girls vacation. Woo hoo! We're going to write in the morning (I have a book do so I have to write!) , get a massage (mmm….massage) then drink by the pool and on the beach. Perhaps a little shopping. Some snorkeling. Whatever. We. Want.And in less than two weeks.
