Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Travelog Mexico, Day 1

This trip was made possible by my parents who saved and protected their monies so that I would have an inheritance.  Thank you! And a great big thank you to Annette C. who managed the fort while we were gone.

Our adventure began at 3 am Saturday morning when we arose for our 4 am pick up. It was cold.  Winter had settled back into Maine.  Our friend and  my co-worker, Annette, AKA Nonette, had graciously volunteered to take us to the airport at 4 am.  She said it was her way of living vicariously through us.  She was the perfect person for the task.  She is always positive, attentive, and held in very high regard by Miss Maisie.

The flights went off without a hitch-we actually arrived a bit earlier than planned on both legs. We touched down in Cancun around12:45 pm (Mexico time).  The drive to the hotel was about an hour, so we were settled in by 2:30 pm or so.  The first order of business was to trek to the beach and put our feet in the water. I had read earlier in the week that the temp was 79 degrees f. At it's warmest, the Atlantic in Maine only reaches the low 60's so we were pretty stoked about the warmth of the Caribbean. We all strode into the surf-and right back out-it was COLD and there was a strong undertow and rips. Apparently there had been a northerly on-shore wind for a few days and it had shifted the currents.  The blustery breezes also helped to keep the pools on the cooler side as well.

There were palm trees and tropical birds everywhere. All I could think of was "Welcome to Fantasy Island".  At night we slept  with the sliders open after lingering on the balcony where we enjoyed the warm evening and the radiant heat from the tile that had been sun baked during the day.

Before diner we had met with a booking agent provided by the travel company.  We decided on two days of Mexican tourist adventure. The first was a trip to Cozumel and an immersion in The Atlantis, a submarine that takes passengers down to the Meso American reef, the second largest coral reef in the world, and to the Yucatan trench. There is the possibility of seeing sharks and sea turtles on these excursions, so we were pretty excited.  The second experience we committed to was a tour to Chichen Itza that included a swim in a cenote and a side trip to a colonial city.

We were asleep before 10 pm. More than fifteen hundred miles from home having started the day in winter and now we were slumbering in paradise. How we were able to sleep beats me. It's pretty amazing when you think about traveling 7 miles up in the sky, going over 500 mph,  crossing the Tropic of Cancer, being welcomed in a foreign country-all in less time than you normally spend at your job every day.

Arriving in Cancun

Playa Del Carmen

The Intrepid Traveler

from our balcony

casa sweet casa

Riu Palace Maya Riviera

heading back to our room




Friday, March 22, 2013

First Impressions of Mexico


  • the light-gauzy, yet clear
  • the air-sweetly scented, slightly damp, warm with a near constant breeze
  • the sounds- mostly birds, seemingly everywhere, loud, raucous, tropical
  • the sky-cerulean blue or huge billows of puff near the shore
  • the water-clear and the color of Sapphire gin near the beach becoming progressively darker until nearly a navy off shore
our beach

  • the people (except for at the airport) exceedingly friendly especially with children.  The vendors-persistent
  • the ground -solid and rocky
  • the language-lyrical
  • vegetation-lush, thick, exotic
Animals We Saw

  • Coati
  • Yucatan Woodpecker
  • Social Flycatcher
  • Iguana
  • Gecko
  • Orange Yellow Sulphur Butterfly
  • Tamandua
  • Agouti
Agouti
  • Pelicans
  • Woodstork
  • Osprey
  • countless fish
  • spider monkey
  • lion cub
What We Drank

many, many strawberry diaquiris
many, many pina coladas
marquerita
Dos Equus
milk
Coco Cola  or Pepsi Light
bottled agua

Aspirations Derived from this trip

  • travel more (Bonaire, Virgin Islands, Key West, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Sweden , Norway, Iceland, England, Churchill, Labrador, Italy...Africa?)
  • learn Spanish



Sunday, March 3, 2013

Into the Mud

We are in March.  March is a precursor to many things, chief among them mud season. I am not a big fan of mud season.  The end of winter and beginning of spring actually gives me seasonal affective disorder.  This year March is also a precursor to my fiftieth birthday.  Again, not something I am particularly eying with great joy. I am making a grand attempt to think of it as a milestone, I mean  a century ago a lot of people didn't make it to fifty, but for me it really will have to be the end of believing I am not middle-aged.  Not that I have a Peter Pan complex, but I do have a five year old and I love-LOVE-being ALIVE, and would like to continue to do so with a high quality of mental and physical ability ( a little more health with my financial wealth wouldn't be bad either).  So it is with all of these things in mind that I have entered my first mud obstacle/fitness challenge.  On April 28th, I will be competing with three teams from my office at  the Into the Mud Challenge in Gorham, ME.  A 2.5 mile mud obstacle course.  For me it is a big middle finger to middle age and exposure therapy for my aversion to mud and a way to slide into spring with something other on my mind than the end of winter.

Wish me luck.