Despite this being Boston’s second least snowiest year on record, Inna
and I had planned a week at a resort between Cancún and Playa del
Carmen.
This was my first trip to Mexico, and it was perfectly timed. Two weeks
before we left, the State Department issued a major travel advisory
which greatly expanded an earlier warning about travel in Mexico.
The trip was planned a week and a half after a date I had for jury duty.
As you can imagine, I was immediately empaneled on a trial considering
11 counts of indecent contact with a minor. Cutting an *extremely* long
story short, after spending two days in
the empanelment process, the judge asked the jurors whether anyone had
issues with a trial lasting a week or so, and I informed him about my
trip. He eventually dismissed me, much to my relief.
And a few days before the trip, I came down with a head cold.
Fortunately it didn’t seem to bad, but it was perfectly timed to peak on
the travel day.
And as if those omens weren’t bad enough… My alarm went off at 4:50am
so that I could make my flight to Cancún. On one final check of the
internet I learned that there had been a fire less than a mile from the
airport. Coincidentally, the alarm had come in at 4:47am, just three
minutes before my phone woke me up. Better still, it was in a small restaurant named
“Rosticeria Cancún”!
After a quick flight to Charlotte, NC, I met up with Inna, who had
just arrived from Pittsburgh. Waiting in the international departures
area, we considered flights to St. Thomas or Montego Bay before finally
boarding our flight. Fortunately, the dry atmosphere of the cabins
allowed me to travel without too much discomfort from my cold.
Arriving in Cancún, we snaked through the immigration and customs mazes
and received our “cheese”: the first stamp in my renewed passport. We
stepped out into the warm sunlight and hopped the van that drove us 24
miles south to Punta Maroma and down the long, bumpy dirt road to our
hotel: the Catalonia Playa Maroma.
The nice thing about Punta Maroma is that it’s small and somewhat
isolated. There are only three or four small resorts, rather than the
tourist hell that is Cancún. Although it’s only a few miles from Playa
del Carmen, we never did get off the tourist reservation and into town.
Having let Inna plan the trip, she’d opted to go the all-inclusive
resort route. Although since neither of us drink, we really weren’t able
to maximize the value for the all-inclusive price. Normally I prefer to
go independent and not be stuck on a tourist reservation, but I was
willing to give it a try, since I wasn’t real comfortable as a gringo
wandering around Mexico alone.
One reason why I don’t like the resort experience is that I feel very
uncomfortable in the role of the privileged white foreigner. I don’t
like being waited on, I don’t like haute couture, and I dislike the
impression of being the elite, with the locals there only as servants.
It’s really distasteful to me.
On the other hand, it also afforded me a uniquely multicultural
experience. Naturally, I picked up a lot of Spanish, which I’d never
studied before. Since most of the guests were French or Quebecois, we
heard a lot of French, and used some ourselves, since we’ve both studied
it. We also heard a lot of Italian, plus some Russian and German as
well.
Inna and I both enjoyed the more relaxed relationship Europeans seem to
have with their bodies: her because of the diversity of body shapes and
swimwear, and me for the occasional topless sunbather.
We checked in and settled into our room. The grounds were very nice and
generally not too noisy except around the beach and the pool. The decor
was very attractive and the room thoroughly clean and comfortable. We
had a very large balcony that overlooked the building’s courtyard.
The beach was very nice, and supplied with ample chaises, palapas, and
hammocks.
The weather remained the same all week: sunny and mid-80s, with an
occasional puffy cloud to decorate the sky. There was a constant wind,
which contributed to much larger than expected breakers. I’d estimate
the swells at 3-8 feet, which were fun to float in (initially).
The main negative about the resort was the food. Since we’d already
paid for our meals, there was no pretense of serving quality fare. While
there was a wide selection, the fare was usually comprised of a few
mediocre-grade raw materials. Basically, we could eat there, but by the
end of the week the low quality and lack of diversity had us longing for
something else.
Another annoyance for me… I had planned to spend a bunch of my
“Where’s George” marked dollar bills down there, as well as some bills
from other folks, just to spend them somewhere interesting. And I’d
brought a handful of bills to enter down there, as well. Well, as it
turns out, the guy who owns Where’s George has blocked pretty much the
entire country of Mexico from using the site, so there’s virtually no
chance that any of those bills will ever be entered again, and certainly
not in Mexico. Thanks, Hank. Way to ruin the whole point of WG?.
On the positive side, we had some awesome animal companions. The long,
jungle-lined walkway between the buffet and the beach was the home to a
couple dozen coatis (video), whose presence and antics were the highlight of
each day. In the evening, the little plaza with shops was the abode of a
rough-looking but quite outgoing grey and white cat whom we befriended.
And we enjoyed seeing the pelicans diving into the sea and the
frigatebirds soaring above the beach.
My cold quickly melted away, and we settled into a daily pattern which
involved getting up pretty early to reserve our spot on the beach. We’d
hang out there until the sun grew strong in the late morning, when we’d
have a snack and retreat to the room to relax and maybe snooze. We’d
return to the beach mid afternoon, and stay there until the sun fell
behind the coconut palms lining the beach. Then we’d go to the room to
shower and visit the buffet or one of the “restaurants” for dinner
before turning in.
One of my goals for the trip was to help Inna learn to snorkel. She’d
never done it due to wearing glasses, but her lasik ended that excuse.
After days of postponing it, we took her to the resort’s pool and she
donned my mask and snokel. After months of protest, I’d expected to have
to handhold her through getting used to breathing through the snorkel
and putting her face in the water, but within three minutes she was
floating around exploring the pool and its “ecosystem”, much to her own
amusement.
After about ten minutes, she proclaimed herself ready to try snorking
the reef that was about a half mile offshore. We booked a time we
thought was for snorkelers only, but wound up being a mixed group of
six snorkers and another eight or so SCUBA divers.
However, because of the divers, we were dropped off on the ocean-side of
the reef, rather than the lee-side. That meant rougher seas, which forced
us to stay in deeper water to avoid being thrown onto the reef by
the surf. So we never got shallower than about 20 feet. We saw a few
fish, but really nothing interesting. Furthermore, our guide kept
us moving, giving us no rest and exhausting some folks as he dragged
us into ever deeper water with less and less stuff to see. Overall, I
found it a very disappointing experience.
The high seas also made for a lot of up-and-down motion, which wasn’t a
good choice for Inna’s first snork. She wound up being nauseous and
aborted her swim, climbing back up onto the boat, whose up-and-down action
wasn’t any better. She was pretty green until we finally picked up
the divers and got her back to shore.
Basically, it had been a very unpleasant experience for her, but she
hadn’t complained at all. While I felt really bad for her, I was also
incredibly proud of her for being game to try it, for bravely jumping
off the boat a half mile from land, and for sticking it out despite
being sick, all without a single complaint. She really surprised me and
showed a reservoir of hidden strength I hadn’t known before.
Fortunately, that happened when we only had two days left, because after
that experience Inna (understandably) had absolutely no interest in
swimming in the ocean. At the same time, she was studiously avoiding
exposure to the sun, since she’d gotten a serious sunburn on our first
day. A seaside resort really isn’t much fun if you can’t stand either
the sun or the ocean, and mediocre food on top of it all, so after that
our vacation kind of lost energy and trailed off.
The flight home was a bit of a challenge. The leg from Charlotte to
Boston was delayed by an hour, then we dealt with constant turbulence
due to a large storm. Although Boston’s forecast predicted about 5
inches of snow, we really only got a dusting, but it certainly was cold,
wet, and dark, and stayed that way for several days.
Although we were pretty much ready to leave at the end of the week, it was a
very good vacation. It was great seeing Inna and creating some new
shared memories. It was fabulous being away from work, back in the
Caribbean again, and having nothing to do but enjoy the warmth and
strong sunlight and our animal friends. Aside from a couple minor
annoyances, it was pretty damned nice.
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