We arrived Thursday around 2:00 PM and departed early Sunday morning; so we only had 2 full days, but we jam packed a lot of fun, a wedding, alone time, kayaking, and so much more into our short time there.
The whole reason we went down there was because some good friends of ours from anesthesia school were getting married...the best kinds of friends are the ones who decide to get married in Mexico, right?!
Our resort was the best. Seriously. The best. Ever. We will be back.
The food was great. The portions were super small at the restaurants (to cut down on waste), but room service was available ALL DAY. Cheeseburger and hot wings at 2:00 am? Um, yes please!
We did dinner one night called Culinary Theater, which was like watching Chopped and then getting served food, it was amazing! The best course we had was Maiz and Huitlachoche which was a chicken breast stuffed with Huitlacoche (corn fungus 😑) cream of corn, poblano sauce and gnocci. It was so good, we wanted more! And yes, family, I ate it. I ate it all. The picky eater in me disappeared this trip and culinary me showed up!
Did I mention that our room backed up to a lazy river? With a swim up bar attached? And Miguel would come by ever morning and offer us a drink. Frozen Bellini? Sure, it's 9:00 am, why not?
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| Hola Mexico! |
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| Vacation is hard! |
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| Vacation Taylor is UNSTOPPABLE. |
Milk and beer. The staples of our Mexican mini fridge. I was so nervous about carrying breastmilk from Mexico back into the states. I was prepared to dump it, but I was also prepared to kick, scream, and cry to get my milk home. Y'all, I didn't have to do any of it!
When we arrived our the Cancun airport for our return flight, I informed the gate agent that I had breastmilk. The young man seemed very confused and went to his superior. They spoke at length in Spanish. Leche? Yes, leche. Really, leche? Yes y'all, leche! This young man then asked how old our baby was, his name, and seemed super interested! He then escorted us to security and immigration and informed everyone that we had breastmilk. We were allowed to the special assistance line through immigration and security with no issue. I wish I knew that guys name, he was a Delta employee and was so sweet and accommodating! Upon arrival in Atlanta, we had to go through security and customs, AGAIN. I was panicked. I informed them I had breastmilk and ice I got from the gate in Cancun in a cooler. The TSA woman said, "Damn girl, you're supposed to pump and dump, not worry about your milk while on vacation!" She swabbed the cooler, and we were on our way, no problemo!
Mexico was great. We cannot wait to go back!
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