¡Viva Mexico! Day Eight: The Startling Conclusion

Well, we've finally reached the end of our Mexican vacation recap. Since our flight left Cancun at 3 pm, we decided to use the morning to, what else, sit next to the pool! It was a complete bummer, though, to have to pack up and prepare to leave. It's surprisingly easy to get used to only having to worry about where you're going to go out to eat for lunch and dinner, if you have enough sunscreen on, and whether you should swim in the ocean or the pool that day. But alas, since we haven't won the lottery (despite numerous attempts), we don't have the luxury of that lifestyle for more than a week at a time.

Anyway, the last bit of sunning ourselves was time well spent. We were even more frantic to absorb as much ultraviolet radiation than we were the day before. And if you look closely at this picture, you can see that I even got to sport my new Mormon Hawaii swim trunks which made Will want a pair even more. (And they were a vast improvement over a pair of 1950's swim trunks I found at a vintage clothing store that look cool and all, but were made before modern... umm... containment technologies. I was constantly having to be careful how I sat down or got out of the pool, and fortunately the only person I accidentally flashed was Margaret... at least she was the only one who said anything. And after how oblivious people were to the couple HAVING SEX in the pool, I'm sure they didn't notice.)

Finally the appointed hour arrived and we cleaned up and boarded a taxi to the airport. This picture shows us smiling, but rest assured we were crying on the inside. We got to Cancun with plenty of time to spare so we ended up browsing all the shops for last-minute trinkets and smelling all the authentic Mexican American chain restaurant food and getting progressively hungrier and hungrier. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and broke down and bought a "Family size" pizza at Domino's Pizza (although in America we usually don't call a 14" pizza "Family Size." We call it a "Personal Mini Pizza"). The pizza and two medium pops cost 224 pesos... $22!!! I guess they could charge whatever they wanted... we were captives at the airport with a four-hour flight offering only pretzels to look forward to.

Eventually our flight boarded and, as the doors were sealed, I proclaimed to everyone in the group, "It is finished!"