I (Kathy) woke up at 5:30 to use the bathroom and noticed a gentle light coming through the curtains. I peeked out and saw that the east was beginning to lighten.....sunrise was coming. I have never seen a sunrise over the ocean, at least that I can remember, so I sat down on the balcony in my night to watch. A few people were wandering around on the beach, some were even swimming, and all were waiting for the sun to appear. I felt lucky to have awakened at just that moment. I guess some things are just meant to be. After El Sol made his appearance, I went back to bed and didn't reawaken until almost 9. Ahhhh, I sure do love to sleep in.
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| Dawn breaks |
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| Sunrise on the sea |
More ecstasy.... we spent the entire day around the pool
and twice go out to take long swims in the Ocean. The water is just a
perfect temp where even chickens like me (Jeff) can jump in without any
thought. I am floating effortlessly staring at blue sky with a gentle
breeze, warm sun baking my soul and waves breaking on the distant shore
lulling me into a near comatose state.
We lay on our
chaise lounges reading, napping, chatting, people watching, smoking
Cuban cigars and having the wait staff keep us supplied with various
munchies. We even get to watch a large Wedding celebration which is
staged right in front of us on the beach. This family spares no expense
and it is somewhat amazing to see 3 large and I do mean large yachts
riding at anchor off the coast and ferrying the folks into shore to
enjoy the festivities.
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| The position of the day |
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| View from the lounge chair |
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| The bride and groom |
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| Yachts ahoy! |
Well, I may as well discuss the agony. So here goes, those of faint heart or weak constitution may wish to scroll down. We're in Mexico where there is a different view of what is important. We walk into the local Hooters at 6:45 and ask the head "Hooter" if the Duck game will be on. They have 23 T.V.'s and most of them are turned to Soccer or Ultimate fighting and one is actually turned to the Tennessee game. Well, these folks can spot big spenders when they see them and they escort us to our own area next to the air hockey table (this fact will tie in shortly) and tune 2 T.V.'s to the Ducks. Ahh heaven - Ducks, beer and chicken wings - yeahhh!
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| J waits for the game to start. |
So we are watching and munching and quaffing and young women in tight outfits cruise by on roller skates dropping off treats like Santa does in late December. We begin to realize the temp is about 20 degrees too high, (maybe due to all of the hot women and hot memorabilia that surround us) and Kat is fading and the game is a nail biter. To complete the scene, a Mexican family of 8 sit down in front of us and they could care less about my Ducks or anything important to me such as good manners. They have brought their 4 year old son, (may as well get them started early in objectifying women) who just loves to play air hockey. The teens are dunking a basketball into a hoop while the young one has a constant high pitched whine regarding getting Papi to play him a game. Now I don't want to be rude and a stereotypical Ugly American so I say nothing and do my best in just focusing on what my Ducks are up to. Well, the Ducks end up losing a nail biter, and all of my hopes and dreams of strutting around Cancun in my Duck gear fade to black.
Just after halftime, I (K) give up on the game and the chaotic, noisy scene at Hooters to seek solitude back at the hotel. Imagine my shock when I turn on the TV and find the Ducks on Spanish ESPN! All that Hooters hoopla could have been avoided! I knew Jeff wouldn't leave while the Ducks were still playing, so I hold down the fort and offer a soft shoulder for his dismay when he gets back.
Meanwhile, it IS Saturday night in Cancun and the young and drunken have taken over the streets. An insistent throb of techno music echos down the beach and collides with the equally loud and throbbing sound of the wedding celebration below our room. I could make out "....celebrate good times....." over the din. Finally we give up, close the door to the balcony and I stick in my earplugs and fall asleep in about a minute. Jeff, in mourning for his Duckies, had a more difficult time, but finally joins me in dreamland. Tomorrow.....snorkeling!
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