March in Mexico

March 2nd, the day before we women left for a first (and probably only) women's week in Mexico. The ice had been melting for a few days, and my hope was that it would be gone when we returned. Always the optimist, maybe our arrival home would be in spring. 

Travel was easy but with a surprise: our plane was only carrying 45 passengers. Because of Mexico's problem (egged on by our idiot in chief) or the Middle East (again, the idiot and his imbeciles in action)? No matter, to Cancun we landed, got our ride and settled into the the resort. 

Early mornings were to ourselves, although my roommate and I were both up and at it people. Me to the patio and she to the pool while later the four of us would meet for breakfast. With no more than a decision of where to eat for dinner, it was a break from thinking of food. I had lunch poolside while the rest usually went to our preferred lounge for goodies. We tried every restaurant, enjoying it all.  

Iguanas, of course. I liked viewing them from afar, but did give them leeway, jumping into my fellow walkers' space if too close and turning around instead of confronting the big guy another time when I was alone. (At the gym, that I mistook for the lobby, which, of course, made for a late arrival for our one excursion we took. Never should anyone believe me on directions, especially when I'm so doggone sure!)

Better than iguanas were the cats that roamed the resort. If I couldn't be with my own, seeing others was second best. We even, one afternoon, had two cavorting just off our patio. 

Beach time was wonderful: warm, sunny and breezy with drinks brought to us. There was talking, reading, and laughing. In our cabana we were content to lounge without documentation. Two days there, though, there was sailing off shore, not by us, but the visual was enough to pick up my phone. 

While a very sedate trip, up at 6, back to our rooms by 9:30 each night with a wine at dinner and a drink before, I did manage to have beers on the beach. In the rooms there were adorable 6 ounce Dos XX beers. Finding none at the beach bar, I asked and was able to bring the beer to my very accommodating waitstaff who kept the beer cold, while opening and serving with a smile.  They were my favorite guys of the trip! On Sunday, having our customary shot (of Jim not James), they graciously posed with me while I had mine before sending the photo to my favorites at home.

Leaving, I took one last look at our home away from home for the week. Ready to return to family,  it'd been just what we needed: a break from winter and time with friends. Memories made. Perfect.

Photo from our one excursion, to Cenote and  swimming with the turtles.

Ending where I began, the lake. My wish had come true. Ice gone, and even, for a day, warmth. False spring but spring none the less. 

Marvelous!