I was in Mexico over the holidays. My very generous Grandmother sponsored a trip to a 5 star, all-inclusive resort for myself and the rest of her progeny. There were 23 of us in total, and I for one had a really great time.
- A round of Golf at Puerto Aventuras
- Ziplining in a cenote
- Swimming in an underground cave
- The Swim up bar
- Trying to keep up at the discotheque with my 8 cousins, aged 16-22 years.
- Visiting Chichen Itza with the whole fam-dam, including my Grandmother, for whom this visit completed her homage to all 7 of the new wonders of the world
- Snorkeling with Turtles in Akumal bay
- Learning to windsurf
The best part, however, was just hanging out with my relatives. Of the 23 people who were there, Julie and I are the only ones who don’t live in Calgary. It was a bigger treat for us in that way. It was nice to spend an extended period of time with everyone. Usually we only see them in big family gatherings. It was much more relaxed when we were all sitting by the pool sipping on a pina coladas for days than when we are all gussied up for Christmas dinner and trying to pack all the visiting into a few hours. I don’t have a problem with Christmas dinner, mind you. It’s just that the pool for days with the pina coladas has a different and very pleasant vibe as well.
And I write this now having been home for a week. My brother calls what we are now experiencing the “all-exclusive” lifestyle.
It was a rude awakening on my first day back at work. I got out of the car after parking it and stood mystified in front of the ticket dispenser. I had no wallet and no cash. I hadn’t really carried my wallet or any cash for two weeks. It seemed odd that I couldn’t just show the ticket dispenser my wristband to prove my innate parking rights. After pondering my situation for a minute or two, I realized there was no other option than to go home and get the wallet. Such is life in this cruel, real world. Nobody parks for free during the day on Fisgard street.