Well, Spring Break has come and gone. In the blink of an eye.
Steve and I went to Mexico for the first time ever. We talked amongst ourselves and decided it was best not to mention it on social media until after we returned.
You know. Because if people knew we were gone, they could come burglarize our house or something. We’ve heard of that happening. Or, at least, Steve has heard of that happening and he is one of the most paranoid people I have ever met when it comes to social media and the internet. As you all already know. You can read the posts about HP Instant Ink or Bitmojis as examples if you need a refresher.
I didn’t think any of you could actually burglarize my house while I was gone since I don’t think you know *exactly* where I live . . . but I do have a teeny tiny confession.
Recently, with someone who shall remain nameless (but we shared a womb together), I tried to find out where a favorite blogger of mine lives. As in, we made a day of it and literally drove around looking for her house. Not to burglarize it, of course. Not even to say hello to her. We couldn’t say hello to her because we knew she wasn’t home.
And we knew she wasn’t home because she announced it all over social media.
So see? There you go.
Anywho . . . Steve and I went to a resort in Playa de Mejures, just outside of Cancun. We stayed at the Finest All Inclusive resort.
It’s for families.
It’s for families with kids.
We don’t have those.
But we went there because we went on this trip with two couples who do have kids.
We all wanted to take a trip together so we thought this could be a good compromise.
Steve and I were able to stay in the Adults Only building, and eat in the two Adults Only restaurants, and swim in the Adults Only pool . . . but there were still a lot of kids around.
And I’ll say this: some kids are so so so cute! Like, just adorable!!!!
And other kids . . . well. They were too tired or too hungry or too cranky or too crying and or too much.
That’s all I’ll say.
Here are some obligatory pictures for your viewing pleasure. I didn’t get any group shots of all of us, but our friends did with their fancy cameras. And those fancy cameras are still with our friends in Cancun. Because we came home Sunday . . . and they don’t come home until today. So whatever!!! Ha! No group shots to share at the moment.
This picture was from Day One. We had flown through the night so we arrived at 7am. We packed swimsuits in our backpacks so we could change and hit the pool while we waited for our room to be ready. I also tucked a beach bag and a million kinds of sunscreen in the front pocket of my suitcase. So when the bellboy said he would take our suitcases so we didn’t have to worry about them, I said just a second, please! And I grabbed the folded up beach bag and ziplock bag of sunscreen and voila! Unfolded the beach bag, stuck the sunscreen inside, and said okay, thank you! He was very impressed with my forward thinking. And so was I.
Especially when I saw all of the burned to a crisp people walking around. I mean . . . it was kind of comical in a how does that even happen kind of way.
And yes, that’s a swim up bar in the Adults Only pool in the picture above.
But, in all fairness, the Kids Pool also had a swim up bar. And kids could order Winnie the Poohs, Spidermans, and Tinkerbells. Which were fun, frothy, colorful juice smoothie shake things. And, let me tell you, when you decide to go in the Kids Pool (to hang out with your friends who have kids) and you have to stand in line behind little kids ordering a Pink Princess or a Captain America, and all you want is a Strawberry Margarita, it makes you wonder where in the world you are and what the heck is happening.
I’m just saying.
Adults Only Meal.
The potatoes in that little crock pot were TO DIE FOR.
On the beach!
I stayed in my cover-up a lot. Because I like to eat. And I like to drink Strawberry Margaritas. And I do not like to be in my swimsuit in front of other people, including myself. I just don’t. I told Steve that our next vacation should be to Canada in the winter so I can wear a big ole coat. And by big ole coat, I mean my human skin and muffin top.
As it was, I walked backwards into the ocean so no one could see the junk in my trunk.
Okay, I didn’t. I didn’t! But I wanted to.
My friend Stacie.
I wanted to share this picture because I cropped out a photo bomber.
Here is the real picture:
Hahaha!! That is Stacie’s son and I think he had one too many Spiderman drinks! This picture cracked us up!
This picture was taken from a ferry. We went to Isla Mujeres for a little excursion. I couldn’t believe the color of the water!
This was the view from our balcony.
Our friend Jason took this picture and I can’t remember for the life of me what he was saying to get us to smile, but we were rolling. He was making us crack up. Steve is laughing so hard in this picture so I love it, although it’s not such a great picture of the sweaty girl sitting next to him.
I thought this picture of Steve from the back was cute! 🙂
I shared this picture already, but it’s my favorite one of the two of us on this trip! 🙂 You might see it again on our Christmas card. 😉
I liked Mexico a lot, but it was so so so humid! You should have seen my hair! OY! It was not a good look for me. I would get all ready at night, blow drying and spraying and spritzing, and then as soon we left our room, POOF! My hair would just get all flat and limp and sticky!
Wendy and Stacie (my friends) and I went to get massages, and when I came out of mine, my hair was GIGANTIC because my masseuse had massaged my scalp with oils and who knows what else, and then the humidity just took it to a whole ‘nother level. Wendy came out with part of her hair in a braid across the crown of her head and she had no clue until we told her.
Her masseuse braided her hair!
And Wendy didn’t know!
We died laughing! Who goes in for a massage and comes out with half her hair braided?!
And Stacie? Well, her hair looked good, but she was waiting for us in this bed that rocked back and forth like a swing. Or a bassinet.
We called her Baby Stacie.
We were a mess and laughing so hard when you’re not really supposed to because the people around you are trying to relax.
So that was our trip and it was fun, relaxing, and we laughed a lot! I took a nap almost every day and I am NOT a napper. I’m just not. But when you have a whole day of eating, drinking, reapplying sunscreen, and standing in line behind kids ordering drinks that are absolutely pure nonsense . . . well, it can be really exhausting.