The Great Mayan Race: Family, Snorkeling and Culture in 48 Hours or Less

 

My cousin Maggie’s birthday is this week, so this one is for her!

2002: I was in the Mayan Riviera with Vidal for slightly over three months before Mom came to visit; she and cousin Maggie came for a three night stay in our hotel. As they arrived early, we had a nice lunch and a relaxing afternoon by the pool. As the hotel grounds there were huge, there was hotel transportation from one end of the resort to the other, great especially for those of us who want to make the best of every minute and not be late for dinner. We met up in the lobby and got on our “train” to the restaurant. We dined in the specialty restaurant, having a nice Mexican meal while strolling mariachis played at each table, with a gorgeous view of the sea; a wedding party had arrived to have their small reception there.

We left the restaurant about 8:00pm, had to walk past two buildings to get to the transportation pick-up spot.  We knew Ma and Maggie would be exhausted, having had to be at the airport at 4:30am, and would be too exhausted to make it to the 10pm nightly hotel entertainment. But- God didn’t want them to miss out on a good show. Continue reading

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Amigas in Cozumel

My dearest friend René offered to sacrifice a week out of her busy schedule and head to Cozumel for a week, where I could easily meet her. I had flown from Zihuatanejo across the country to the Riviera Maya to be with my husband, where he once again was working for a few summer months. I had only seen him for a few days by the time René arrived, but as he worked all day long and I would be alone all the time, I figured I might as well go enjoy the companionship of René and find new adventures, right? Continue reading

Flying Ants & the Road to Uxmál

Well the rainy season is upon us here. As I sat down at my laptop and pondered what to write about, a flying ant landed on my lap. “Oh, great!”, I moaned out loud, “It is that time of year again!” 

Flying ants. They invade your home and leave behind a couple of souvenirs. I remember back when our floors would be covered with the wings those ants had shed.  Back before we had screens attached to the wrought iron bars on our balcony. They still find ways to sneak in and leave me reminders of their visits, but not like back then.  I love the rain, but did not love the invasion of the flying ants, and I certainly do not miss the daily mess they left upon my floors.

On a good note, that little flying ant today reminded me of a tale I once told, back when Vidal worked in the Riviera Maya, back when I had summers off to frolic and journal while he worked…

Take a deep breath, sort through my run-on rambling sentences, and I promise you those flying ants WILL appear.

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