Trip Start Dec 20, 2009
51Trip End Mar 27, 2010
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I made the return trip to the Barcelo by myself and it was the most time I’ve had to myself in 9 weeks. At the insistence of my poor little van, I stopped in at the Ford dealership and made an appointment for an oil change. I could hear the little van breathe a sigh of relief.
I got back in time for a late lunch then on the road back to Cancun again to go to the airport and pick up my family. It was a happy reunion except that everyone was hungry and nobody wanted to spend money on food on our way to an all-inclusive. We picked Keara up on our way back south and, not surprisingly, she’d had a great day. All in all, our short driving day actually amounted to almost 7 hours of driving for me.
I refused to drive anywhere the next day but the little van was back in action come Monday. After his oil change, I dropped off our laundry at a Playa del Carmen lavandaria then my Mum, my sister and I went to Tulum. These Mayan ruins are located right on the coast and are very scenic. The iguanas must think so too – you can’t look in any direction without spotting at least one of these guys.
NOTE: when I got my stuff back from the lavanderia, we were missing two sweaters but by now (having driven through Playa del Carmen more times than I cared to) I figured they must have gone to someone more needy.
I won’t go on too much about our fabulous week (yes, a whole 7 days!) at our lovely resort but I will tell you about the only a la carte restaurant we were able to get into. The Brazilian was a roasted meat parade of seven kinds of meat served fresh carved at our table, one at a time. Adam was NOT impressed with having to put on a nice shirt and then WAIT for his food (he’s a big fan of the buffet) but the clincher that made me realize this might not have been our best choice (please remember it was our only available option for a la carte) was when I finally noticed my sister politely saying, “No gracias” for the 6th time to the meat – you see, she’s a vegetarian.
Of course the week passed way too quickly and I was way too lazy. Before I knew it, it was the end of the week and I had not taken Keara and Nicky diving like I had planned. The resort offered a cenote dive and we were all set to postpone our departure by enough time to do this, but the minimum age was 12, so we didn’t.
PS. Surely you’ve noticed that there are photos in this (and past) entries… my parents brought me a card reader to use on our back-up camera.