What I've Learned in Cancun

We arrived in Cancun late Saturday night. We had only a 45 minute layover between our two flights in Houston, and our first flight was 20 minutes late, which meant all my running really paid off as we sprinted from terminal B to terminal E. Then, of course, although our boarding happened right on time, our take-off was delayed by almost 40 minutes. Stupid Continental Airlines.

The view from our room.

I've never been to Mexico before, so I'm learning a bunch.

Lesson 1: Mexico has wall art that matches my new guest bathroom decor. (Look back a few posts if you don't know WTH I'm talking about.)
Other than the horrifying sight I fall asleep looking at each night, our hotel is quite nice.
Lesson 2: Our hotel LIED when they said there was a gym here. Technically, there IS a gym. However, neither the treadmill, stair climber, 2 bikes, or weight machine work. And that's EVERY piece of equipment in there. I'm missing the benefits of my feel-good exercise endorphins. Bruce was kind enough (or sick enough of my complaining) to go on a little run with me last night. Which leads me to:

Lesson 3: Inexplicably, the last thing Bruce does before heading out on a run is to put a little loose change in his pocket.

Lesson 4: Here's why Bruce always feels bloated on vacation:

His breakfast:
My breakfast:
Wait- he went back for seconds:

We could have eaten breakfast here, but the pool isn't heated.

Lesson 5: If you are in a wheelchair, do not come to Cancun. There is no ADA regulation here. No ramps, stairs all over the place, uneven surfaces. Are you a veteran? Overcoming an illness? Born differently abled? Cancun doesn't give a rip.

Lesson 6: You can buy Oreos with banana flavored filling here.

Lesson 7: Senor Frog's does not live up to the hype. It's a cool place for sure, but the food was below average. They had decent chips and salsa, but the beans were the consistency of paste.

Also, when I asked the server how "large" exactly was a large drink, she was a little vague. I don't think it would have been out of the question to say, "Well, a large drink comes in a glass that is a foot and a half tall." But, we are bringing home new change banks for the girls.

Lesson 8: The Spanish Homer Simpson has the voice totally wrong.

Lesson 9: Cancun would be better if I was drunk. Then I wouldn't care so much about all the people bugging me to buy a time share, or how overpriced everything is, or how to calculate a 13 to 1 exchange rate in my head.

All in all, we are having a good time so far. Bruce has spent a lot of time on the beach, so I have spent a lot of time with my new obsession, Wallace Stegner. (He's not my boyfriend, mainly because he is dead. He is an incredible author- I'm really branching out by reading a fiction AND a non-fiction. Crazy stuff, man.) Tomorrow we are taking a bus tour to some ruins, which is excitement supplemented by the additional excitement of the authentic Mexican snacks I bought at the OXXO tonight. Who knows what the day will bring? Could be a cookie, could be a chile flavored pork rind.