Cancun

My trip went something like this:

• Get up ridiculously early to go to the airport after less than four hours of sleep.
• Arrive at the all-inclusive resort about 10 hours later.
• Acquire a massive sunburn within 24 hours after lounging at the pool.
• Spend the next six days eating a lot of really good buffet food, drinking many cocktails [and wine and bottled water and the occasional beer], and sweating. Lots and lots of sweating.
• Spend three of those six days on a tour bus pretending to be a rockstar looking at amazing Mayan ruins. Seriously, Chichen Itza was the most mind blowing thing I’ve ever seen.
• Avoid anything and everything having to do with the American Idol event going on at the resort.
• Enjoy a fabulous 50 minute massage at the spa.
• Watch Andrew eat his weight in tacos.
• Eat the same amount in cactus and fresh fruit.
• Lose repeatedly at foosball.
• Make up for it in basketball.
• Eat this menu at a fancy dinner, complete with Mayans and pineapple chili sorbet in a beer mug made of ice.
• Sneak cheese and pretend it didn’t happen.
• Become a delicious meal for a mosquito or four after the rain settled in over the beach.
• Wear lots of dresses.
• Wear lots of sunscreen.
• Take many, many showers.
• Realize after four days that yes, the bathroom floor tiles are in fact heated.
• Sleep on the plane back to Portland, and not get home until almost midnight.
• Be back to the office by 8am the next day.

It was a really good trip. I love a vacation [who doesn’t?!]. However, we definitely learned that we’re not really resort people. I’d rather get into the cities and check them out for what they are–not the sterile environment that is the resort.

Andrew mostly took the photos. They’re on his Facebook. He posted a couple on his Flickr page. I’ve stolen a couple of them for here so you get the idea:

Sitting on the wall, watching the moon rise over the Caribbean—aka pre-sunburn.

Told you I found Mayans—aka after sunburn.

Tacos. Beautiful tacos.

Welcome to Isla Mujeres.

Priorities.

Partyin’ at Chichen Itza.

You seem to forget that it’s 95° and ridiculously humid out when you see this.

Wind swept Tulum.

Lobby bar. 15 minutes before we head back to the airport.

I’m definitely ready to go back and explore.