Sand in Places . . . Only in Mexico

I am often overhead saying . . . while in Mexico . . . "Only in Mexico."

My "only in Mexico" always refers to something we are doing, seeing or experiencing that would not happen anywhere in the United States.  Clearly, Mexico is either a less litigious society or they don't have as many attorneys around.  Some of the things we have done here in Mexico . . .  you would never find in the United States . . . without a protest, arrest and a full on brawl!

Last Tuesday morning, in Mexico, we hung out at the house.  Just hung out in the pool, playing in the ocean, reading on a chaise lounge feet from the ocean . . . waves crashing . . . nice wind . . . burning my fair skin.  It was a good morning!

We decided we would go into Playa del Carmen for some shopping and dinner.  We have to stop by the Super Rama to pick up some necessary supplies . . . the right coconut mix for the pinas!  Stop one is done on to 5th street.

5th street is classic tourist hot spot . . . cheap Mexican junk, and people attempting to lure you into their place to buy their cheap Mexican junk.  We buy! 

5th street has changed in recent years.  It seems Capitalism has taken hold.  You are now not hounded by the bum smelling of piss and liquor, who just wants you to give him money.  It is more like Bourbon Street in New Orleans where every 20 feet or so . . .someone or something is attempting to perform in order to earn your money. 

I like this much better.

The boys get bobble head animals.  They are $1 a piece so who cares if they become wounded in battle, get lost or are forgotten there.  My MIL's mother wants a shirt, my MIL wants a swim suit cover up.  My good friend Lisa wants me to bring her back some Mexican Vanilla and I would have been content . . . maybe . . . with not buying anything but I am a buyer!  I bought the boys a t-shirt and I purchased myself another Mexican skull.  It is not as gross as you might think.  These are painted.  I used them for decorations when I do a Mexican themed party, they are really more dia de los muertos than anything!  I am still hunting authentic sombreros - also for decorations for my Mexican parties. My husband buys nothing but pays for it all and my FIL buys a shirt that reads "who needs Google . . . My wife knows everything."  It could not be more accurate!


We have walked down probably 10 blocks and now we must walk back to the car.  As we are walking back I have an agenda . . .  As we walked the 10 blocks the first time we passed a side alley.  In that side alley were some young men.  They had a baby puma, jaguar, monkey and a not so baby Bengal tiger . . . OK say it with me . . . Only in Mexico.  We had stopped on our way down the 10 blocks to check out his set-up.. The guys wanted $30 for 1 picture of 1 child with 1 of the animals.

On our way back I intended to get a picture but I wasn't going to pay that crazy price of $30.  So, I pause . . . and here begins the game.  I am standing in the middle of the street, I look over at the ring leader AKA money collector.  I say in my dumb blond way . . . "It was 20 for a picture! Right?"  This lets them know I am a buyer at $20 and I was.  He came back with $30.  I say "no, no gracia."  Now he counters.  "3 for $30" he sees I have two kids - instantly he know I want each kid by themselves and then together.  I wave him off and again say "no, no gracia."  And start to walk away.  HINT . . . You have to be willing to walk away.   I want this picture but he cannot know it.  He counters again "3 for $20."  Deal done!  I ask my husband to pay the man and we are in the alley!

Again . . . only in Mexico . . . right?!  I probably got 5 shots.  Our youngest held the jaguar and the oldest held the puma.  Both were such beautiful cats!  The Bengal tiger just layed on the ground . . . asleep with people walking within inches of him.  Children were crouched down . . . . within inches of him . . . had he bother to wake up . . . he could have had a tasty lunch!  In typical fashion . . . he was taking a siesta!

I am marginally please with my pics.  Jake struggled with holding the jaguar, Scoots held the puma.  BOTH were whining . . . the cats (I cannot reproduce the sound in type . . . sorry).  Call me, I can do the audio perfectly!  Neither really wanted said children holding them but hey . . . I want my picture and . . . they wanted the money.

Missions Accomplished . . . .only in Mexico . . .

The animal pictures were the highlight of my trip in to Playa del Carmen. 

On our way to dinner we countered the high flying guys from xcaret.  They climb a pole very high up in the air and then wind their rops around the cnter of the pole.  One ready . . . AKA - they have collected donations from the crowd . . . twice, they fall off the top of hte pole backwards and fly upside down until their rope os completely let out. 

Name one spot in the US here crazy guys with no safety harness do this trip . . . Can anyone say ATTORNEY????

We went to dinner at Los Ranchero.  We were promised an ocean view and air conditioning . . . Only in Mexico . . . can the advertising be so misleading . . .

Sand in Places . . . Not Doing Much . . .

We said we would take it easy this trip.  We said we didn't want to have a full week of sight seeing . . . after all, we are hear just about every year and we have done most of what this place has to offer. 

We want to relax . . . decompress . . . just enjoy the boys . . . and family.

And so we did . . .

We woke to two boys . . . very excited to be in Mexico.  SO . . .  excited they woke at 4am . . . there is no picture of this.  They went room to room . . . waking everyone . . . climbing in their bed and snuggeling until you had to get up.  It was right around 6:30am when I got downstairs.  There everyone is hanging out . . . we were commenting on the excitment of two sweet boys and I explained how everyone (the grandparents) should handle said children getting up way too early . . .in the future. SEND THEM BACK TO BED AND TELL THEM THEY CANNOT GET UP UNTIL SOMEONE COMES AND GETS THEM.

The boys are in their swim trunks.  Breakfast will be set up pool side by 8:00am . . . come on 8:00 am!  The rest of us get dressed in swim gear and prepare for a day of doing nothing but hanging out by the pool/ocean . . .just as soon as we are done with bereakfast.

Time does not fly by . . . and we finally make it to 8:00am.  Christopher, the chef, delivered and set it up pool side.  The boys both had waffles, my FIL and myself had breakfast tacos, my mother and MIL had eggs with sides and my husband an omelet.  BEST BREAKFAST EVER . . . pool side . . . family near . . . hearing the ocean . . . feeling the breeze in your hair . . . and the sun on your back.

The boys are done quickly, the adults sit and talk about schedules, the boys, when is the next meal.  It is then I realize I am getting hot . . . my back is starting to feel tight.  I move around the table . . . unfortunately I am burned, but I have yet to fully notice.  Burned in less than 1 hour . . . gee I love fair skin!

We all hung out in the pool . . . around the pool.  Had pina coladas pool side and snorkled the reef just off the shoreline in front of our house. 

We swam . . . We snorkeled . . . We boogie boarded . . .  We built sand castles . . . We drank pina coladas . . . We drank pina coladas . . . We drank pina coladas . . . they were worth the repeat!

Mid-afternoon I made lunch for our boys and we ate at the table facing the ocean.  Back to the sand to repair a sand castle taken out by a wave.

The massage therapist arrived around 5:30pm.  First the girls go, then the boys with a 15 minute mini massage for Jake.  He loved every minute. 

We got dressed and went to the Palapa for dinner.  Jake got chicken finger and fries everyone else got arrachera steak.  We sipped on Sangria, danced with the boys, enjoyed our dinner in an outdoor dining room and it was just us.  There was a extremely competetive game of foosball.  Jake and I won!

It was around 9:45 and everyone went off to bed.

It was a day full of doing nothing, somehow we are tired from doing nothing and . . . .it just what we needed.

Sand in Places . . . Just Trying to Get There

It all happened really fast.

It was my husband's birthday.  A big one.  He was turning 40.  His father took the week off from his job as a General in the Air Force and a commercial pilot.  He made the time and we knew we needed to do something special for such a special birthday.

So, with a week to go to the birthday . . . we booked a trip to Mexico.  South of Cancun . . . North of Playa del Carmen - we are at a private home.

We love this place . . .

The morning started out rough . . . our driver didn't show up in a Suburban, he showed up in a sedan.  No way 2 adults - 2 kids - 6 bags - 4 carry ones . . . can be carried in a sedan.

My husband asked me to get my car and pull around front.  In the time it took me to get the car and get back around front . . . the driver was still sitting in the drive way . . . dazed and confused!

We are off . . . I didn't want to personally drive us to the airport but we were now pressed for time.  We arrive, get processed and now we wait to board.  All 7 of us, my mother, the four of us and two inlaws . . . flying together.  What a production!

Our flight was uneventful . . . I start taking the usual pictures . . . to build "The Book" of this trip.  My in-laws in their seats, my husband and our oldest son in their seats, Jake is my partner, so him in his seat and my mother in her seat.  This time no Air Marshall next to her . . . but why the empty seat?

2 short hours later we are in Cancun!  We all process through immigration, we gather our collective 16 bags and head off to be cleared by customs.  What totally gets me is this . . . (MEXICO) is the country of swine flu, of ecoli break outs, or a drug war that has been taken to the street.  And here I am . . . filling out a form . . . saying I haven't been sick, not bringing in meat, fruits or veggies or any large sums of money . . . Note to self . . . if you must bring in large sums of money to Mexico . . . make it $1. less than $10,000.  THAT is the amount they ask you to declare on the form!!!

As we head through customs . . . and push ALL 16 bags through the machine . . . they flag my trunk.  This was the first trunk my son had used to go to camp - until I knew this sleep away camp thing worked I was willing to spend $50 on a plastic trunk from Container Store and not buy one of the $260 trunks from EverythingforCamp.com.  PLEASE NOTE . . . my trunk had already been opened . . . twice!  1 - by the American Airlines curbside guy - would needed to inspect it . . . 2 - by some TSA luggage inspector . . . WHY?!?!?!  do I know this - they taped the damn thing shut again - it had TSA Transportation Security Administration white tape with blue letters all over it.  They had taped it closed since they broke the seal  . . . that American Airline placed on it once they had inspected it.

So, why would Mr. Power Hungry Mexican dude . . . need to open my trunk when it was clear . . . it had passed the TSA regulations . . . again I go back to the fact Mexico's greatest contribution to the U.S. is . . . swine flu, ecoli outbreaks and a drug war.  YES . . . the clearly anglo . . . blonde . . . mother of two . . . traveling with 6 other people ranging in age from 63 to 4 . . . plump . . . WOMAN is bringing something into Mexico that could harm people.  Great racial profiling dude!  He clearly needs a class. 

He opened my trunk . . . AFTER making my husband unload the three bags sitting on top of it on the luggage cart and place it on his table.  He asked us . . . in Spanish . . ."do you have any food in there?"  We replied with "we have no fruit or meat in there."  Did that stop him from opening it?  No, so why ask the damn question?  He was such an idiot . . . he didn't even know where to open the trunk or to start unwinding the TSA tape.  He was trying to open it from the back.  I whip it around in my no-nonsense, you are wasting my time, clearly the US didn't have a problem why should you . . . and tell him in Spanish "start here, this is the front."  The dumb ass inspection guy FINALLY pops it open only to expose all the surprises I had packed for my husband's birthday . . . I had all sorts of decorations to put up around the house as a surprise for when he wakes up on his birthday.  I am surprised it is all sitting on top in the trunk and my husband sees it all.  I loudly spoke . . . NOT yelled, at the guy . . . "Look you ruined my surprise"  my husband shot me a look like - what the hell Jen,  my mother-in-law - said "be careful, you don't want to go to jail."  I was furious and the sad example of an inspection agent closed the trunk back up, locked it back down and sent us on our way.  I hope someone ruins one of his surprises . . . then he will know!

Our driver is there, he loads all our bags and we are off to the house.  We arrive about 40 minutes later . . . greeted with pina coladas and fresh cold wash cloths scented with mint.  We stop in the Palapa while the workers unload the luggage from the van and move the bags to the house.  This is the first of many drinks . . . the first of everyone sitting back to enjoy the scenery and the first of many toasts to a great guy on his birthday trip.

Our bags are placed in our rooms.  My father-in-law heads off to jog, my mother has our youngest and they are in the pool, my husband, mother-in-law, our oldest and myself head off to the grocery to get the snacks and stuff to make sangria and pina coladas . . .daily!!!

We get back unload the groceries, load the car and are off again to Pelican's Ocean Grill in Puerto Morelos.  Puerto Morelos is a small ocean side city, people walk everywhere.  Everyone local knows everyone else, so it is easy to spot an outsider.  Pelican's is beautiful.  We arrives as the sun was setting.  We could see the sun shining across the water, the boats rocking, the waves crashing onto the sand and here we were enjoying fresh fish, pasta de marinas, maricos de tocino and dos hamburguesas for the boys.

We were all relieved to be able to sit back and just enjoy ourselves for a minute.  No where we had to be . . . not getting ready for school . . . not dealing with clients.

It was a great ending to a great day!