Last week, Susan and I traveled to Cancun, Mexico with he family and best friend. This is an annual trip for her family, and was only the second time that I was able to go. And since I was in another country with rather spotty internet service, I did not post or check the blog much. It was a trip full of ups and downs, so I thought my title separation was a good one, even if the trip had nothing to do with the famed Spaghetti Western.
The Good: This was a vacation and that in itself is a good thing. No work, the beach, and no chores made it even better. We were in Cancun from Saturday to Saturday, which afforded us plenty of time to decompress and relax. Also, being in a foreign country is about the only way my job will not call me, so I actually could avoid work for the week!
Our condo was at the Royal Mayan, one of three resorts that are adjacent to one another and are a part of the Royal Resorts chain. My in-laws have owned there for twenty-five years and have gone to the same room during the same week for that many years. Most of the staff has been there for that entire time as well, and it really was a second home for Susan’s family. So, when you have that kind of relationship, it makes the week even better that being in some random hotel. They have also made friends with other guests that own during the same week and one couple even came to Susan and I’s wedding! This same couple is going to help me get a great discount on some new sunglasses for running since they are optometrists.
The food is amazing down there, and I certainly ate my fair share of blackened grouper this week, as well as the best fajitas that I have ever eaten. I also drank enough banana monkeys (add rum to this recipe) to send me into a diabetic coma during an AA meeting! Let’s just say that I wasn’t as stringent on what I ate as I should have been, but I was on vacation and every calorie was worth it. Happy hour was from 3 – 6 pm daily, and half price drinks are hard to turn down.
I did maintain my Runner’s World Summer Streak, which now stands at 16 days, by running at least one mile each day while on vacation. The day we left, I woke up at five to run my long run for the week, ran on the beach each of the seven days I was in Mexico, and then returned to my normal training/streak schedule upon returning to the United States. I liked the new element of running on the beach and had no problem finding time to work in the runs since I was usually up a couple of hours before everyone else.
Susan and I have decided that we are going to have a Royal Mayan night periodically here in Memphis. I am going to make the seven layer dip (Pico de Gallo, beans, guacamole, sour cream, cheese, black olives, and jalapenos) and blackened grouper tacos like the ones at La Palapa, as well as banana monkeys. It may take a few attempts to perfect my recipes…
The Bad: It rained in biblical proportions while we were down there, especially the first four days. Tropical Storm Andrea was developing while we were there, so there was quite a bit of precipitation. It rained so much that our room was flooded by rain water coming in from the balcony of our sixth floor condo! I thought my bed was on an island the first night! No one wants to go to the beach and have it rain everyday, but we were able to salvage a few hours each day for beach and pool time, and by the end of the week, the weather was back to normal.
Sadly, this is the last year that we will be going to the Royal Mayan. The land lease is up, and the company has decided to sell rather than renew for another thirty years. The other two resorts adjacent to the Royal Mayan, the Royal Caribbean and the Royal Islander, have five and ten years left, so we could arrange a return to the Royal Resorts, just not the condo that they have called home for twenty-five years. It was a sad realization on the last day for Susan’s family, but it could definitely be worse. There are hundreds of employees at the resort that are very uncertain of what their future holds, and with no pensions or contingency plans, their lives are about to take a devastating turn. When I think about that, it seems petty to complain about all of the extra work that I have done this week now that I am back at the office.
If you have never been to the Cancun airport, I have some advice for you, avoid being there in the middle of the day. It is crowded and there is little to no air conditioning. You will suffer in the Mexican heat and humidity there at 2 pm. You have been warned.
The Ugly: I gained seven pounds while on vacation, so that was not ideal. But, if I had not been running my streak miles, I’m certain that I would have hit double-digit in the weight gain category, so I will choose to look at the positive.
When I checked my luggage at the airport, I had my Armpocket stuffed into a side pocket on my suitcase. The reason for this is because I had run with it that morning, so it was still sweaty and I did not want it on my clean clothes. Well, after checking my bags and before picking them up in Mexico, my Armpocket absconded from my luggage! At first, I was very confused why someone would want my sweaty armband, but Susan pointed out that whomever helped themselves to it probably assumed that my iPod or iPhone was in it, and that is why they stole it. I had also held out hope that I had left it at home on accident, but after searching for it on Sunday, the theft was confirmed. I registered a complaint with the airline, but I know that nothing will come of that, so today I shelled out another $40 to get a new one. At least the new one will be more suitable to use with my iPhone 5.
And probably the worst thing to happen to me over the week was that my banking account information was compromised and someone helped themselves to a little over $900 of my hard-earned money! I was poolside checking my account because I am that OCD and I noticed considerably less money than I should have. Upon investigation, I noticed that two electronic checks had been drafted from my account to pay someone else’s bills! I immediately called my bank and was placed on hold. Forty minutes later, I was still on hold and quite pissed. I hung up and called back to discover that the bank was closed! That’s right, I was placed on hold during normal business hours and forgotten about, while listening to the same recording on repeat for forty minutes of international call rates! I let several f bombs fly over this and as of today, I have yet been able to speak to the branch manager responsible for this blunder. Yesterday I did close the compromised account, opened a new one, changed my direct deposit and debit cards, and filed a police report over the fraud. I have a name, address, and picture of a suspect, and later this week, the company in which the checks were drafted to will provide me with the account info associated with the fraud. My bank did at least return my money the following day, so I wasn’t stuck in Mexico maxing out credit cards to pay my tabs. I do