Every bride is entitled to a shot at her dream wedding. I get that. Some brides dream bigger than others. Kim's sister has waited a long time for her bridal event, and she deserves every moment of happiness she can get. I wouldn't have missed her wedding for the world. It was unfortunate for us, for Michael really, that her wedding was in Cancun. Isla Mujeres, to be exact, an island 15 minutes off the coast of Cancun. We stayed at an all-inclusive resort on the north end of the island, and the wedding was at the northernmost tip of the island. It was gorgeous beyond description, with the turquoise Caribbean Sea on three sides of us. I enjoyed watching the minister perform the ceremony in his broken English, but he did it with great joy and compassion. They served a five course meal for us on the beach after the sun went down. We were surrounded by torches and candles, there was a light breeze, and the food was wonderful. Even Michael enjoyed staying up late for the wedding festivities.
I learned that all-inclusive Mexican resorts are not for everybody. They are certainly not for two-year old boys who live on the beach anyway, nor are they for Southern Baptist pastors. Michael enjoyed playing in the sand for a while. He also enjoyed playing in the water some. But he does that in Rockport on a regular basis. What Michael enjoyed more than anything was the golf cart. We rented a cart to drive the three miles to the other end of the island so that Michael could swim with a dolphin (he liked the dolphin some, but he got upset because he really wanted to play with the dolphin's basketball but no one would let him; no one teaches dolphins to share!). Kim drove the cart while I held Michael and navigated with a Mexican map. He enjoyed that cart more than anything else the whole time we were there.
As for me, well...if you don't drink the booze at an all-inclusive Mexican resort, then it is just another day at the beach. Which isn't bad, mind you, but when everyone else around you has had too much to drink, then the beach gets really tricky and annoying ("Please Mr. Drunk Old European Man, can you cover up your Speedo, if not for your own dignity than at least for the sake of my son?"). They had hammocks set up on the side of the island that was very rocky and had rough surf. I mainly relaxed there when Michael, Kim and I were not in the water.
Here is a picture from the hotel of the rocky shoreline. The little huts near the water are where they hung the hammocks.
We ended up staying in one of these villas. It was very nice even though you could not drink the water.
The hardest part of the trip was getting Michael through security and customs. Going into security I did not think Michael was a terrorist threat, but he was a force to be reckoned with. Our family looked like the Three Stooges going through security, but Michael eventually set everyone straight and they decided not to detain us.
I learned that all-inclusive Mexican resorts are not for everybody. They are certainly not for two-year old boys who live on the beach anyway, nor are they for Southern Baptist pastors. Michael enjoyed playing in the sand for a while. He also enjoyed playing in the water some. But he does that in Rockport on a regular basis. What Michael enjoyed more than anything was the golf cart. We rented a cart to drive the three miles to the other end of the island so that Michael could swim with a dolphin (he liked the dolphin some, but he got upset because he really wanted to play with the dolphin's basketball but no one would let him; no one teaches dolphins to share!). Kim drove the cart while I held Michael and navigated with a Mexican map. He enjoyed that cart more than anything else the whole time we were there.
As for me, well...if you don't drink the booze at an all-inclusive Mexican resort, then it is just another day at the beach. Which isn't bad, mind you, but when everyone else around you has had too much to drink, then the beach gets really tricky and annoying ("Please Mr. Drunk Old European Man, can you cover up your Speedo, if not for your own dignity than at least for the sake of my son?"). They had hammocks set up on the side of the island that was very rocky and had rough surf. I mainly relaxed there when Michael, Kim and I were not in the water.
Here is a picture from the hotel of the rocky shoreline. The little huts near the water are where they hung the hammocks.
We ended up staying in one of these villas. It was very nice even though you could not drink the water.The hardest part of the trip was getting Michael through security and customs. Going into security I did not think Michael was a terrorist threat, but he was a force to be reckoned with. Our family looked like the Three Stooges going through security, but Michael eventually set everyone straight and they decided not to detain us.
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