I didn't take Ava home from there, though...I took her over to Grandma Deb's. When we walked in, G was playing in a box, and he let out a loud squeal when he saw us; Darla started whining, and we were instantly back to the chaos and noise! Eventually everyone calmed down, and I was able to head out and meet up with Scott for a late night surf & turf dinner. Once we got home, Scott watched some SNL, while I worked for a few more hours. Finally, at 12:30am, I decided I was done, and ready to shut 'er down. So I did. I haven't checked my work email since 12:30a.m. on Sunday , January 18. And it's been a fantastic break.
We finished some last minute packing (or for me, ALL of my packing) on Sunday morning, and headed out to meet up with our friends at the airport. We even managed to get rock star parking, and squeezed in a Bloody Mary before getting on the plane. A perfect start to our Caribbean vacation!
Our flight to Mexico was uneventful (as it should be), and the hotel wasn't too long of a transfer from the airport. We checked in, got some drinks, and started to enjoy the warmth, the wonderful hospitality, and relaxing atmosphere.
Some lovely flowers that were waiting for us in our room...along with champagne, and a fruit plate. I'm glad we upgraded to the Club level - it was so convenient, for so many things!
This was the view from our hotel room on the 6th floor, looking out into the Caribbean.
Look far to the left and you'll see the lagoon - it was a great view, no matter which way you looked!
We managed to eat at almost all of the restaurants on property (French, Italian, American, and seafood)...the only one we didn't get into was the Mexican restaurant. The food at the buffet was good, too, and there were plenty of snack bars located throughout the resort to make sure we were well fed.
We spent some time on the beach, reading and relaxing, but Tiff and I managed to squeeze in a 45-minute walk one day, just to check out the neighboring hotels. Walking on the beach is tough work - and there were big waves to contend with!
We also spent a lot of time at the adult pool. Although we love our kids, when we're on vacation, if they're not there with us, it's really nice not to have to see/hear other kids. Is that horrible? Probably! Do I care? Nope!
We didn't do any planned excursions this time, but we did get a few massages...one at a questionable place on the beach (but holy smokes, the lady who gave me my massage must have specialized in deep tissue - pretty sure I am bruised), and another one at the spa on property. My massage therapist there was also incredibly strong, so now I'm convinced that tiny Hispanic women might be the most powerful people around. Not kidding you.
The guys headed into downtown Cancun while we were getting massages, as they were craving some wings. And that was the only time that any of us left the property. It was fantastic not to have anything planned or scheduled...we all did what we wanted to do, when we wanted it!
One afternoon, we came back to the room, and I noticed we had two lovely swan towels on our bed, along with a rose. And then I noticed the hearts on the wall and balloon by the bed. It was a nice surprise, and very random, as we were the only couple in the group to get something like that in our room. Very sweet!
On our last night there, we walked to the edge of the property and enjoyed listening to the waves crash into the beach. There were quite a few cruise ships out at sea each night...the white dot in this photo is one of those.
Looking south, past our hotel...
There might have been one night with too many tequila shots, but we met some fun people from Missouri and Oregon that night. And there might have been a very late night at the disco where we met an interesting couple from Europe (lucky them, they were there for 2 weeks!)
But, even though we had a great time on this vacation, we were both ready to head home yesterday afternoon...we missed the kids! Neither of us missed our jobs, so I guess we can consider the vacation a success. :) We're already looking forward to the next one!
(Next week, I'll tell you all about a naughty, sassy little 6-year old who clearly didn't want her parents to be gone...)