One week ago today, Chris and I landed in Cancun for five days of sun and fun. Today, it’s nothing more than a memory.
Now that we’re back in sunny St. Lou waiting for the snow to melt, it’s got me thinking what an amazing world we live in and how much we take it for granted.
It was only a 2-1/2 hour flight. Our plane left St. Louis at 6:15 in the morning. By noon, I was strolling on the beach you see pictured here. The weather was ideal. 80 degrees. Sun shining.
I went for a swim in the pool, then took up a lounge chair to soak up some sun. The hotel had people walking around, offering free 5-minute massages, trying to lure you into buying an hour’s worth.
I went for the quickie and promised I’d look into the longer one later on in my stay. Little did I know that Chris had captured my 5-minute back rub with a few photos of Manuel working his magic. Not a pretty sight.
We were there with three other couples from SGM who are good friends, great people and turned out to be ideal vacation-goers.
Saturday night was a great Mexican meal, outside on the deck of a bay-side restaurant. Sunday we played golf at a resort course that featured a $149 green fee/all you can eat and drink special. We figured by the time it was all said and done that the actual green fees might have been around $40.
We saw a few crocodiles, had a lot of laughs, made a few good shots and took a few shots as well. That night, we ventured to downtown Cancun and ate at a traditional Mexican restaurant, complete with mariachi band and a five-foot tall waiter who would deliver margaritas to the table with four of them stacked on his head.
You don’t see that very often in St. Louis.
We were truly in another world. Okay, not another world but definitely another culture.
Though I don’t speak Spanish, it was never a problem because we didn’t venture too far off the beaten path – though we did travel about 40 minutes out to another golf course that seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere.
There’s no need to re-tell the entire trip – it really was without any major mishaps or misadventures and with the way my luck seems to go, that made it a very successful journey.
It just amazes me how you can get on a plane and just a few hours later be so totally removed from your normal, everyday world. When you come back, it’s pretty much same as it ever was.
You’ve got the photos that proved you were there. And the memories.
But before you know it, you’re back to work, back to getting your car’s oil changed and heading to the gym, trying to burn off some of the thousands of calories you loaded into your body over a short period of time.
Vacations are great.
Though you often wish that you could stay longer and enjoy a few more days of paradise, the simple fact remains.
There’s no place like home.
Time to go get my car and on with the day!