Our return to Cancun began so fortuitously, could we really be in for smooth sailing the whole trip? Let’s find out on our first full day in Cancun, when Lidia decided to give us a proper Mexican barbecue.
August 17, 2013
Saturday turned out to be beautiful: the clouds rolled away and the sun came out, the humidity rose, and it was a perfect day for a pool party Lidia was kind enough to host at her apartment. After breakfast on the patio and a quick dip in the ocean that morning, eight of us piled into taxis to get to Lidia’s place where we were greeted by Lidia, her boyfriend, and one of her students, who’d agreed to grill for us that day and help out at the party. Good thing too – judging by the full keg of beer and multiple bottles of tequila and vodka people brought. No one in that group should be trusted around open flames. We drank, we ate some of the best-grilled cactus and corn ever, we waded around and swam in the pool, we ate some more, we drank some more. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Finally, about 10 that night everyone was swum out, though naturally not done partying. So where does one go in Cancun for a nightcap? Why, the local pub of course! We ended up at The Black Pub with giant pints of beer, a DJ in a British phone booth, and terrible 80s music videos playing on TV (I’d forgotten how bad the hair was back then!). After another round of drinks, and our friend Dirk fully living up to his nickname of “Dancin’ Dirk,” some of the group had their second wind and wanted to hit the giant Jacuzzi back at the hotel.
Sean and I and another couple, Cyntra and David, decided we were done with the water, but we weren’t ready to turn in for the night. Instead we all went back down to the beach near the hotel for a walk. During our stroll we saw two amazing sights: the first was giant sea turtles coming up onto the beach by moonlight to lay their eggs (so amazing to see in person), and the second was a destination wedding reception on the beach. When Cyntra and I heard the music playing, we got our third wind and started dancing. In the sand. On the beach next to the wedding reception. All on our own. It was spectacularly fun! The boys were too cool and found a couple of beach chairs to sit in and talk. Finally, the men got tired of waiting for us, and rounded us up to move on. A little secret though: they both did a little dancing on our way back. How can anyone resist “Sexy and I Know It?”
Sunday morning we swapped stories about the night before with the hottub-ers, then taxied to a nearby marina to get on a boat rented to take us to Isla Mujeres for the day. Lidia’s boyfriend had negotiated us a great rate on the boat the day before, and for most of the day we were treated like royalty. I swear, the whole day, the first mate was mixing drinks for people, bringing lunch from the shore of Isla Mujeres back to the boat, letting down and pulling up the anchor and generally making the whole experience wonderful. And I haven’t even covered the boat yet: a 70-foot beauty with a big bow that had pillows to lay on, a covered back half where all the drinks and snacks fit plus plenty of room for people to get out of the sun, and a small ladder on the aft to climb in and out of the water. The whole afternoon was excellent: we sailed out, floated around in the crystal clear water, had a late lunch of ceviche, and floated some more. Somehow during the course of the afternoon, two more bottles of vodka, tequila, beer and a bunch of fruit juice mysteriously evaporated. No idea how that kept happening…
Unsurprisingly by the time we arrived back at the marina, close to 7 that night, everyone was pretty well wiped out for the day. The only thing on my mind was to get in a hot shower and wash the layer of salt and sunscreen off. At least I wore enough sunscreen this time, unlike my first outing in Cancun! We reconvened at the hotel an hour later, freshened up and walked across the street to the large outdoor mall on the lagoon. Complimentary tequila shots and a giant bottle of tequila plus matching sombrero, created some memorable photos, capping off a relaxing dinner with the group.
After dinner, Sean and I went for a nighttime stroll along the beach and saw the most amazing sight. Once again, we saw no less than five or six giant sea turtles emerge from the ocean, lay their eggs, and head right back into the surf. I’d seen the turtle imprints in the sand during the day, and the turtle nests cordoned off along the beach to keep them safe, but I’d never seen it actually happen. It’s hard to describe just how awesome it was to watch this happening so close, but it really was. I feel so lucky to have been there to witness this miracle of nature.
When we returned to the hotel room that night, I thought we were scott free. We’d actually beat the system and a smooth vacation from beginning to end – no major hiccups. And with this naive, self-satisfied thought, I totally jinxed us. Want to know how? Read my next blog to find out how.