Mexico Trip- Part 1
I just got back from a trip to Mexico last night. I was there for 8 days/7 nights for a friend’s wedding. We stayed at a beautiful all-inclusive on the Mayan Riviera. I believe the total count for the people who came for the wedding was 35, which is a pretty good turnout for a destination wedding, in my mind.
The pool where I spent most of my time, and most of my tip money
So, before I was leaving, I had these fantasies about meeting some exotic man and having a romantic week-long love affair…or, better yet, having a romantic week-long love affair with a guy from Toronto that would turn into a romantic life-long love affair. Within an hour of getting off the plane, I realized that was not going to happen.
I went down there with 5 of my close friends, Charlene and Joe, who I blog about all the time, and Dharshan and Dilini, who just got married in June. Naturally, Randy and I, as the two singles, travelled together and split a room.
The six of us. Randy is the one standing with his back turned
This story starts at customs in Mexico. You have to push a button that shows up as green (go on through) or red (they manually check your bags). Randy pushed green and forged ahead. I pushed red and walked 2 feet. The Mexican customs dude tells me to put my bag up on this table so they can search it. I heave all 40lbs of it up with one hand and make a bit of a show of it so that people will notice my strength. The two Mexican agents start riffling through it, talking in Spanish to each other, looking ahead at Randy, and laughing. Then one of them says to me “Is that your boyfriend?”, I say “We’re traveling together”, he talks in Spanish to the other guy, then says “Why he no help you?” and continues to laugh.
Shit. This guy assumes we’re a couple. I bet everyone does.
I don’t even have time to get this story out to Randy before some woman in the airport stops him and says “Honeymooners?” He laughs loudly and says “No!” to which she replied “Sometime soon perhaps?” Maybe it was the pissed off look and my shouting at him to hurry the hell up that indicated we might be in a relationship.
We get on the bus and head to the resort (Barcelo Mayan Palace, if you ever want to go. Excellent hotel. I recommend the Japonese restaurant.) and are checking in. I remind the hotel clerk that it’s to be two beds, not one. He looks up from his computer screen and says “Are you sure?” Charlene and Joe, standing 6 feet behind us heard this and yelled from their spot “NO! NO! NO!”
Yup, that was pretty much when I realized I was NOT getting any this trip.
I have a few more good stories from the trip, so stay tuned this week!
Tags: Barcelo, Barcelo Maya, Barcelo Maya Palace
December 23rd, 2008 at 12:09 am
Visit Playa Del Carmen while you where there? Its a fun little city with a bunch of cool bars. Good scuba diving right off it too.
December 23rd, 2008 at 12:12 am
I did, but not on purpose…really. The story has to do with a wedding dress being misplaced and three of us out there hunting a new one down with very little information, in a city (Cancun) that we are not familiar with, and a language we do not speak.
I did buy some little maracas as a souvenir for my nephew though!
December 23rd, 2008 at 1:56 am
I thought the story would have started where a friend leaves his date that is going really well to drive across the city at midnight to pick you up to make your trip a little easier. Then, that same guy gets up at 4:30 am to drive the two of you to the airport (getting a touch lost, but really, it was stupid o’clock in the morning). :P
December 24th, 2008 at 12:57 am
Ryan, THANK YOU for picking me up after your date, then waking up 3 hours later to drive to me to the airport. And THANK YOU for picking Randy up from the street I sent him walking on in the snowstorm because I didn’t want to dig out my car at 1am.
December 30th, 2008 at 5:34 pm
When you say that you sent me walking, it makes it sound like you sent me walking… ; )
And I had to protect my anonymity by turning away from the camera…