Ribbit.. Ribbit.. Senor Frogs
Or "can-ken" as my evil coworkers call it...
Or the gringo hotspot of sexy Mexixo.
Let me ask why do people book flights in the morning? In the process of packing for your trip, you are awake all night and then are exhausted when you reach the destination? Quite the irony.
Reminder to self: book evening flights in the future...or sedate dad with powerful tranquilizers and re-book flights. In my half sleeping state I forget to grab my phone and camera battery....basically I lugged my camera to the airport only to have no battery inside (hmm...that was useless) and I had forgotten my iphone but that thankfully Rosh had picked up. Sigh of relief. At least emailing was still within reach.
The flight over to Cancun was a scary experience. After only 45 min of shut-eye the forthnight before, my flight contributing to my personality equalizing that of Cruella de Vil, I had to pray to not arrive in a body bag. The wild winds which had overtaken our plane had convinced me that I, like Amelie Earhart, was going to never be found again. You have to love the weather in the northeast. Sigh...
Our hotel is trés bien... That is French I think...so let's correct that. You would say "mucho bueno" in Spanish. It's an all inclusive resort so we can basically binge drink and eat until obesity sets in... Like pork roasts we slowly rotate every half hour until well done on the beach.
Our first day... We stumbled off the plane trying to shove our brains back into the correct cavity after it had been shaken around from our amazingly smooth plane ride. Then we hopped onto our shuttle to our hotel: The Grand Oasis Playa. It's a tropical paradise ensnared with ivy vines that twist along the veranda creating a mystical setting. Scattergories was grabbed from the packed luggage and the first of many competitive boardgame matches was started with the ocean waves crashing in the background. Drinks... Food.. More drinks and then more food was consumed until sitting and digesting was the only option. An early bedtime was the only thing on my mind so I grabbed the Kindle with my new Sherlock Holmes book already downloaded and surrendered to my exhaustion.
Day 2:
My phone was ringing... Attempting to grab it I fell out of bed. I realized my alarm had been going off. Reminder to self: turn phone off unless I'm drafting an email[s]. Mom, Nishan, and I meet for breakfast, while the others played golf. The three of us felt quite brave and decided to hop onto a local bus and go to the other hotel included in our package...besides riding the bus all over town to get back, since my Spanish is more or less non-existent, we had an uneventful day tanning and relaxing.
Day 3:
Ziplining, ATV driving, underground cavern rafting and swimming was on the menu for this Thursday. We had bought tickets for a new park which had opened up called Explor (no I didn't spell it wrong). Built in the jungles and dense forests surrounding Excaret and Cozumel, our outdoor recreational wonderland awaited our arrival. Since it had alot of underground caverns and activities which involved some rigor we were subjected to wearing orange helmets on our heads all day. How I escaped a tan across my forehead is besides me. I did receive a painful bruise across my groin area from the ziplining harness, which I wore for the 1.8 mile ziplining trail. Hmph! It almost equaled the pain you feel when you ride a bicycle for an extended period of time, after many months of dormancy. I was also eaten alive by the swarms of flying insects. I received no tan lines but my legs and arms look as if I recently recovered from chicken pox and I also my gait has been altered.
Day 4:
Today was my adventure in the open ocean with my brother and sister. Nishan had killed us insisting that he wanted to go scuba diving again. We had initially tried it in the Dominacan Republic. Considering this was over a year ago, the three of us had to repeat the classes before being allowed to dive since the risks were high. Hmph! Another opportunity to sleep until afternoon was lost. Sigh. After swimming around with all of our scuba gear in the swimming pool our lesson commenced with a True/False quiz. I throughly enjoyed popping up and scaring unsuspecting swimmers in the pool looking like a swamp alien with my whole getup. Once the lesson was over the three of us boarded a boat which would take us out to the reefs... Only problem was that we boarded the boat and a storm hit. We tousled around like ragdolls on a boat with a captain who didn't care that out of the 18 passengers 10 were projectile vomiting overboard. Once at out specified location in the middle of the angry sea with 10 foot waves, we began our dance to get into our scuba gear. One fin on a foot and then we hoped to the left and fell over. We then got up and put on the other fin and hopped to the right and hit somebody. This was repeated numerous times adding different crash landings and spins each time. Did I mention that I don't do very well on a rocking boat? Being in the water breathing out of a oxygen tank didn't help much after my stomach contents were recently in my mouth...but overall the one hour dive went well. I got some cool pics with the water camera I purchased before boarding the boat. The problem came when we hopped back on the boat. Again I felt like a rag doll except this time I was a soaking wet rag doll. My brain and ears had yet to stablize since that diving adventure. If I shake my head too fast I still feel sick to my stomach...
Day 5:
Chicken pizza! My dad yelling on the bus to our destination. Groaning I corrected him for the billionith time, "...it's Chichen Itza, Dad." We were on a tour to see one of the new 7 wonders of the world. Newly added not because it was beautiful to look at but because it was astronomically built quite brillantly. It correctly pointed to magnetic north, showed the equinoxes, was accoustically positioned, and even had one of the first fields of sport built on it's premises.
Our tour guide Norma was a very knowledgable women who didn't hesitate to impart her passion upon us individuals who were literally a blank slate to Mexican culture.
It's nice to be back in the US though...
Or the gringo hotspot of sexy Mexixo.
Let me ask why do people book flights in the morning? In the process of packing for your trip, you are awake all night and then are exhausted when you reach the destination? Quite the irony.
Reminder to self: book evening flights in the future...or sedate dad with powerful tranquilizers and re-book flights. In my half sleeping state I forget to grab my phone and camera battery....basically I lugged my camera to the airport only to have no battery inside (hmm...that was useless) and I had forgotten my iphone but that thankfully Rosh had picked up. Sigh of relief. At least emailing was still within reach.
The flight over to Cancun was a scary experience. After only 45 min of shut-eye the forthnight before, my flight contributing to my personality equalizing that of Cruella de Vil, I had to pray to not arrive in a body bag. The wild winds which had overtaken our plane had convinced me that I, like Amelie Earhart, was going to never be found again. You have to love the weather in the northeast. Sigh...
Our hotel is trés bien... That is French I think...so let's correct that. You would say "mucho bueno" in Spanish. It's an all inclusive resort so we can basically binge drink and eat until obesity sets in... Like pork roasts we slowly rotate every half hour until well done on the beach.
Our first day... We stumbled off the plane trying to shove our brains back into the correct cavity after it had been shaken around from our amazingly smooth plane ride. Then we hopped onto our shuttle to our hotel: The Grand Oasis Playa. It's a tropical paradise ensnared with ivy vines that twist along the veranda creating a mystical setting. Scattergories was grabbed from the packed luggage and the first of many competitive boardgame matches was started with the ocean waves crashing in the background. Drinks... Food.. More drinks and then more food was consumed until sitting and digesting was the only option. An early bedtime was the only thing on my mind so I grabbed the Kindle with my new Sherlock Holmes book already downloaded and surrendered to my exhaustion.
Day 2:
My phone was ringing... Attempting to grab it I fell out of bed. I realized my alarm had been going off. Reminder to self: turn phone off unless I'm drafting an email[s]. Mom, Nishan, and I meet for breakfast, while the others played golf. The three of us felt quite brave and decided to hop onto a local bus and go to the other hotel included in our package...besides riding the bus all over town to get back, since my Spanish is more or less non-existent, we had an uneventful day tanning and relaxing.
Day 3:
Ziplining, ATV driving, underground cavern rafting and swimming was on the menu for this Thursday. We had bought tickets for a new park which had opened up called Explor (no I didn't spell it wrong). Built in the jungles and dense forests surrounding Excaret and Cozumel, our outdoor recreational wonderland awaited our arrival. Since it had alot of underground caverns and activities which involved some rigor we were subjected to wearing orange helmets on our heads all day. How I escaped a tan across my forehead is besides me. I did receive a painful bruise across my groin area from the ziplining harness, which I wore for the 1.8 mile ziplining trail. Hmph! It almost equaled the pain you feel when you ride a bicycle for an extended period of time, after many months of dormancy. I was also eaten alive by the swarms of flying insects. I received no tan lines but my legs and arms look as if I recently recovered from chicken pox and I also my gait has been altered.
Day 4:
Today was my adventure in the open ocean with my brother and sister. Nishan had killed us insisting that he wanted to go scuba diving again. We had initially tried it in the Dominacan Republic. Considering this was over a year ago, the three of us had to repeat the classes before being allowed to dive since the risks were high. Hmph! Another opportunity to sleep until afternoon was lost. Sigh. After swimming around with all of our scuba gear in the swimming pool our lesson commenced with a True/False quiz. I throughly enjoyed popping up and scaring unsuspecting swimmers in the pool looking like a swamp alien with my whole getup. Once the lesson was over the three of us boarded a boat which would take us out to the reefs... Only problem was that we boarded the boat and a storm hit. We tousled around like ragdolls on a boat with a captain who didn't care that out of the 18 passengers 10 were projectile vomiting overboard. Once at out specified location in the middle of the angry sea with 10 foot waves, we began our dance to get into our scuba gear. One fin on a foot and then we hoped to the left and fell over. We then got up and put on the other fin and hopped to the right and hit somebody. This was repeated numerous times adding different crash landings and spins each time. Did I mention that I don't do very well on a rocking boat? Being in the water breathing out of a oxygen tank didn't help much after my stomach contents were recently in my mouth...but overall the one hour dive went well. I got some cool pics with the water camera I purchased before boarding the boat. The problem came when we hopped back on the boat. Again I felt like a rag doll except this time I was a soaking wet rag doll. My brain and ears had yet to stablize since that diving adventure. If I shake my head too fast I still feel sick to my stomach...
Day 5:
Chicken pizza! My dad yelling on the bus to our destination. Groaning I corrected him for the billionith time, "...it's Chichen Itza, Dad." We were on a tour to see one of the new 7 wonders of the world. Newly added not because it was beautiful to look at but because it was astronomically built quite brillantly. It correctly pointed to magnetic north, showed the equinoxes, was accoustically positioned, and even had one of the first fields of sport built on it's premises.
Our tour guide Norma was a very knowledgable women who didn't hesitate to impart her passion upon us individuals who were literally a blank slate to Mexican culture.
It's nice to be back in the US though...
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