And that was our first taste of Cancun. A recipe for a beachy romantic success story. 5 minutes later we realized that was part of the man's charming plea for a tip as he lugged our suitcases towards the bus stop.
Yes, we took a bus. We felt very intelligent buying a shuttle pass and paying only $4 for a ride into the city versus the $40 taxi rides into the city.
We did not feel very intelligent however locating our hotel. According to our map, our hotel looked rather close to the station with just a 50/50 chance as to which way to walk down the street. Angela claimed she is horrible with directions, so we went with my instinct. I forgot to tell her that I too am horrible with directions. After walking aimlessly 30 minutes down the supposedly correct street (while wheeling along heavy suitcases over sidewalks that had seen better days), we accepted our error and gave in to the hundreds of taxis that had been attempting to pick us up along the strip.
The taxis cost less than $2. Amazing.
Our hotel turned out to be a quaint and quiet little hole in the hall place with a man behind the counter who seemed to be more concerned counting his pesos than helping his customers. He did however try to sell us a spa package as well as entice our tastebuds with the breakfast option in the morning. He said, "We offer an American breakfast here - with eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice and chiliquiles." (yeah, how many Americans know what Chiliquiles is? haha)
The man then brought us to our room, turned the on the AC and television for us, showed off the Japanese doors which oddly are situated in the middle of a very Mexican hotel room and as we walked him to our door assuming that he was just doing his job, he smiled and inquired "And my tip?"
It was after that when we collapsed on the beds, just thankful to be here and I pulled out the bag of goodies from Guadalalara....which included homemade cookies. Angela couldn't help herself as she said, "These cookies are probably the healthiest thing I have eaten all day long."
She might have been speaking more truth than irony with that statement as food was pretty much forgotten throughout the crazy day of traveling. We decided to overcome that issue, quickly glanced at the tourist guide and picked a yummy Yucatanian restaurant.
After another cheap taxi ride to the restaurant and finding ourselves the only people eating at this establishment, we enjoyed a delicious and quick meal before walking ourselves back to the hotel. The day ended quite succesfully and calmly as Ang and I found ourselves both fighting off a slight food coma.(p.s. No ginger cocunuts were enjoyed tonight.)
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