Sunday, May 2, 2010

One Last Day in the Sun

Thursday 29 April


Our last day at the beach, was pretty much like the arrival day in Cancun a couple of weeks previous. It was hot, sunny at times, overcast at others, with some periods of hard rain. Even at 7:30 in the morning the temperature was in the 80's, with the humidity close to 90%.
Walking along the water you never notice just how uncomfortable it is once away from the beach. If I ever pick "a" retirement spot, it will be in the sunny south, and it will be on the beach.

The morning was spent picking up a few things for the kids. The older they get, the harder it is to find the right gift, although a good bottle is always a fall back. Again, the best price is obtained when you put the item back on the shelf and walk out. Most times the vendor will stop you and offer their real bottom line price. If not, someone else will.

After saying goodbye to the turquoise water (always a sad moment) we headed back to get dressed for dinner at our new vacation ownership spot. Jessica, if you recall the Sandos representative from yesterday, had invited us to the new French restaurant at the resort.

We arrived all dolled up at 5:45 and were the first ones to be seated for the evening. Great four course meal consisting of lobster bisque, shrimp salad, filet minon and baked alaska. For drinks we shared a bottle of Chilean cabernet savinon, and of course, a beer. It was a very pleasant evening, and we learned a little more about Jessica and how she ended up in Mexico. All in all, a great way to end the trip.
We cabbed it back and had a nice talk with Jorges, or George in English he said. I introduced myself as Mitch, or Miguel in Spanish. He got a kick out of that. We also arranged with Jorges a 7:00 am pick up for the airport.

Back into town, we decided to go for a late night walk on the beach. There were still lots of people out so it was safe.
After taking Mary Lou back to the hotel room, I headed out to get some cash for the taxi in the morning. Well, a man on his own is a target for every vice hustler in the area. No less than five times I was asked to purchase some "doobies" or "blow", and twice was offered to "get hooked up"with a senorita. I settled for some cash from the ATM and a couple of beers to take back to the room (you can wander the streets carrying drinks).


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