I feel like the proverbial pollo sin cabeza right now. I'm trying to wrap my head around our upcoming trip in a couple of weeks to Bucerias and Yelapa, and for the first time in a long time -- I feel like I don't know what I'm doing!
Traveling to Isla Mujeres is so easy because I know the place like the back of my hand. The Isla trips are down pat from immigration to departure. Proceed directly from the gate to immigration and customs, ignore the timeshare sharks, look for the Best Day sign outside the terminal, hop in the van, arrive at Gran Puerto and buy the ticket, jump on the ferry, enjoy the ride, disembark, go directly to the taxi line, get checked in, run to the ATM at the bank and the supermercado, and have a blast until your return flight. I realize now it's a luxury not having a single question about what we're doing and where we're headed in a foreign country! We've become total creatures of habit!
Now we're off to someplace new. I've read some of the message boards, but have been reluctant to dive in and ask questions. I guess I'd better get busy! It's the logistics of getting from one place to the other that have me in a quandry. Bus or taxi? Which dock and what water taxi to Yelapa? Maybe we'll just throw caution to the wind and fly by the seat of our pants! I guess that's what makes a trip an adventure.
Speaking of adventures, I'm just hoping this trip doesn't resemble in any way our last trip to the Pacific side of Mexico! I've taken great pains to make sure it doesn't! I guess I should explain a bit if you're new to my blog. Craig briefly worked for the mom and pop from hell and they took their employees on an award trip (from hell). We were spoiled, having been on many of those beautiful trips with Hallmark Cards in the past where we stayed at 5 stars and lived in the lap of luxury.
The mom and pop award trip was the opposite. Fisherman's hotel with no hot water. Craig and I still laugh about that Cabo San Lucas trip. I think he wasn't laughing at the time because he was absolutely miserable being around his dysfunctional boss. Believe me, after meeting her on that trip, I don't know how he managed to endure a year and a half working for her. She was a true original. How I wish I had a photo of her and her mottled mullet hairdo in that helmet on the ATV's. If only I'd known he was going to resign a few weeks later, I wouldn't have bothered trying to fit in, nor would I have hurled myself down all those ziplines in that river canyon. Craig actually enjoyed the ziplines and ATV part, but the entire thing was kind of a fiasco, including the hotel room with no hot water and truly the hardest bed I've EVER slept on in Mexico, and the four days of consuming the worst food I've ever eaten in Mexico. (I'm excluding Pancho's where we ate on our own time.)
Here are the links lest anyone has forgotten THAT adventure! Survivor Extreme Cabo II. If you're really bored, here's the lead up to that installment -- Cabo Survivor Part I.
Craig and Michael are doing some father/son bonding over golf today. I still have a strange hankering for lemon cake! Hmmmm. Wonder if Starbucks has a slice?