A Vacation

On our thirtieth anniversary, the husband and I traveled to an all-inclusive resort in Mexico. I had never been to Mexico. Upon arrival, the customs line was extremely long and seemed to take forever. We claimed our luggage and then proceeded through the terminal. The timeshare people were on the prowl. After being stuck listening to a spiel on time shares, we moved to the curb. There, a man approached and said he was taking us to the resort. It was definitely like an Uber. My anxiety was through the roof. Here we were in a foreign country, getting into a van with someone we didn’t even know. It went against all of my principles! The van sped down the highway, and there was a guard with heavy artillery of some sort standing in the middle of the road. The driver just said it was normal in his limited English. I remember thinking, maybe in his world!

We arrived at the resort and were greeted with a drink of our choice. I did not hesitate to finish off that drink quickly! Arriving at the building where our room was located, I just wanted to rest after a long trip, but more time-share salespeople were waiting in the alcove and trying to detain us with more talk. Finally, I had to be rude to bypass these folks and get to my destination. The resort was very nice and enjoyable. Music in the evening, after a choice of numerous places to eat, was fun. They also had shops there that I enjoyed browsing in the evenings.

One day, we went to the Mayan Ruins. The bus trip involved more armed guards on the road. The poverty we encountered was disheartening as we drove past half-finished, abandoned, and boarded-up shacks along the way. It was hotter than blazes, but it was also interesting as we toured the Ruins! We stopped to eat on the way back and enjoyed dancers balancing a tray of drinks on their head, not spilling a drop. The bus stopped at a cenote, and I watched as others jumped in. My anxiety was not going to let me do that!

It was triple-digit heat for the rest of the week, so lots of time was spent getting in the pool to cool off. We definitely came at the wrong time of the year, weather-wise. The flight home was uneventful, but I sure was glad to arrive back in the USA! This trip was nineteen years ago, but I will never forget it.