Last week my family (meaning my mom, dad, all my siblings, my daughter, and my grandpa) went to Mexico. Unfortunately Ivan was in Budapest studying diligently so he didn’t get to go. The basic info:
We stayed at a resort called Riu Caribe in Cancun and it was lovely. It was right on the beach and had fabulous everything.
Avery loved the pool because it had a strip around the entire edge that was about a foot and a half deep. She thought it was the coolest thing to be able to stand up and walk around in a pool all by herself.
I wish I could have taken pictures of the cafeteria and things. They had artistically cut melons and all sorts of cool decorations, but I didn’t have a camera for half of the trip.
Mom and Dad left after a couple days to go pick up Nathan, which was. incidentally, the whole point of the trip. Unfortunately tickets to Tuxtla Gutierrez were nearly twice as much as tickets to Cancun, so only Mom and Dad flew to actually pick him up. In the meantime we went on an excursion to Coba (to be described later).
We spent one day on our Coba adventures while Mom and Dad were gone and one day in Chichen Itza after Mom, Dad and Nathan got back. Other than that I ate guacamole, french fries and chocolate milk every day and we sat on the beach and watched Avery go nuts in the waves and play in the sand.
Shopping was an adventure. Everywhere we went people tried to get us to buy stuff and I found myself to be an awful bargainer. I got better with time, especially when Nathan got back and started telling me what I could get for my money. The people at the historical sites were pretty nice and not too pushy, but we went to a market in Cancun and you almost couldn’t even shop there because you spent so much of your energy ignoring everyone yelling at you. “It’s my turn.” “I’ve been waiting for you.” “Come to my shop.”
I bought a dress, a bracelet, a pendant, a letter opener for Ivan and a chess set.
The last day we were there my dad treated all of us girls to a manicure and pedicure at the spa. It was fun and I got french tip nails. I’ve always kind of wanted to do that. Unfortunately, we think that while we were down there one of the hotel employees went through our stuff because each of us three girls in our hotel room found money missing from our wallets the next day on the way home. So I guess you can say we had a full foreign experience, including being pick-pocketed – sorta. Always use the safe right?