So I feel that there’s a few posts I should write, but let’s start with this one, about our trip to Mexico in November.
David’s little sister met a local several years ago while on vacation with a girlfriend, and it was love. Before too long, she’d quit her job and sublet her apartment, and moved to Cancun. 4 years after they met, they got married, and we went down to be at the wedding. (I’m calling it a destination wedding, because every person but the bride, groom and best man had to travel to a resort in Mexico. The groom’s family live in the D.F. and San Luis Potosí, the bride’s family in Alberta. My mother in law argued the term, but I’m going with it.)
It wasn’t the best trip we’ve ever taken.
I’m going to sound really spoiled here, but I’ve, um, got used to staying at nicer places. 4 star resorts in Mexico, minimum. Usually higher, if we can get a good sale. And once at a “six star” resort in Oman that did it’s best to spoil me forever. But still, a 3 star Mexican resort wasn’t… awesome. Nothing terrible – and no one got sick from the food more than twice – but not great. The food was institutional, the rooms small, the drinks weak, the pool freezing. We spent as much on this trip than we did to a substantially nicer place in Cabo 10 months earlier, because my mother in law wanted to book it really early. Jess didn’t do that well with naps or bed times. Oh, and everyone but me spent the week falling down drunk, so I had full baby responsibility, all the time.
Not the best trip we’ve ever taken.
But that’s the bad stuff. The good stuff was lovely. Jess was an ace traveler. Like, so ace that she didn’t cry at all on the flight down there – she yelled once, but that’s because the baby being held beside of wasn’t looking at her, and Jess wants to communicate with all the other babies. As soon as the little girl looked over, Jess was happy. She slept on the planes, and on the bus to the hotel, and in her stroller on walks around Cancun. Jess loved the ocean, and the pool.
My mother in law looked after Jess for a day so that David and his father and I could go to Chitzen Itza. I have a degree that part-focused on Latin America, and so I’ve taken Mesoamerican archeology classes. I’ve been to this part of Mexico twice, but had never managed to actual see this great UNESCO site.
It was totally wonderful. We had a good tour guide and I learned a lot.
We also got to swim an a 150 feet deep cenote – a limestone pool that’s part of the underground river system. It was full of blind fish. Floating on my back with a huge depth below me and 100 feet of cave walls above me, and watching the sun light up the tree above? Amazing. Coolest swim I’ve ever had.
The wedding was … memorable, and the party that followed pretty epic.
We left the resort five times – once for Chitzen Itza, once to go to a grocery store (my favourite thing to do on vacation, seriously), once to go to a newly opened Yucatan history museum (a busy place that only had 6 other north american types), once to go find better food for lunch, and one night David’s sister and husband took us to their favourite street side taco stand. It was so, SO good. Calgary has no Mexican food to speak of, so I rarely get it, but I do love it so.
It was a great test run for future trips. We brought WAY more than we needed, to the point we had to send stuff home with David’s cousin because we were so over our baggage allowance. We learned that we need a better umbrella stroller – our second hand one was so bad we abandoned it there. We learned we needed new luggage – that we can no longer get away with a couple of large carry on bags. (Disposable diapers, man. You need so many and they take up so much room!)
We learned that we like to travel with out favourite little person, and that we take so, so many pictures of her adorable little face.
It wasn’t the best trip we’ve ever taken, but a underwhelming week at a resort in Mexico beats the hell out of a week in wintery Calgary, every single time. Good enough!