Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Day 7 of and Departure From Mexico

Our last full day in Mexico (Jan. 21) was mostly spent just relaxing at the beach house. Well, on my part anyway. It started with Mr. Mitchell and I watching the sunrise on the roof.

I have never seen a sunrise look so much like a sunset.

My mom, dad, Garrison, Ryan and Angela started the day off with a visit to a currently functioning Mayan church and cemetery. They said it was interesting because the church has all of these procedures and they have no idea why they do any of it. Odd.

Going from church to cemetery.

I like the bright orange one.

Is that a dog house in the cemetery?

When they got back they all went to the cenote across the street except for Angela and me. We hung out at the pool where they all joined us when they got back.

The boys taking a rest.

The parentals taking a rest.

This crab got cranky with Mr. Mitchell.

Mr. Mitchell took this video for me since I whine that he never gets enough pictures or videos of himself.

Dipping in the pool.

I thought it was pretty.

 He almost got her in there...maybe next time. 

The boys jumping in.

After we played in the pool it was time to pack up and head back into Cancun. We got back to the hotel and then headed straight out to eat. We were supposed to visit a taco stand that somebody in one of Garrison's wards owns, but we were too hungry to wait until they opened. We stopped at a McDonald's and then went to a soccer game that was happening right behind it. Jefe Pancho was the man who let us in and informed us he owned the place. He ended up being a bit sloshed and also told us that he was the "Big Jefe" at Xcaret and at Xelha. Busy, busy man that Pancho. (We seem to be missing the picture of him.) He also tried to convince any of the guys in our group to take his secretary home with them. I wonder if the poor woman has any idea she's being auctioned off.

Enjoying our snack.

Watching the thrilling half time.

Jefe Pancho let us sit with the team.

After the game we headed into downtown Cancun to visit the taco shop. It was soooo yummy! They make delicious tacos and things that I can't remember the names for. Soooo tasty. And each thing was about 50 cents. Talk about a sweet deal.

This is how they cook the fabulous meat.

We were their first customers.

While we were waiting for our food some guy's truck broke 
down so my dad, Garrison, and Ryan ran out and pushed it.

The cook that should've come home with us.

Garrison got to see some other people from the ward that showed up for tacos. It was great to see how much they loved him and were happy to have him back.

After he was done socializing we went back to the hotel, sat in their hot tub, and went to bed. Going to bed was sad because we knew that the next day we would be leaving.

Mr. Mitchell and I woke up grumpy thinking about being back in Provo. We went to church and were grumpy there. And we went back to the hotel to swap pictures and eat more food and we were grumpy there. And then we went to the airport and were grumpy there. We got a milkshake and that helped brighten things a bit. 

Our flight kept on getting pushed back and so we didn't get back until 12:30am. Our good friend Heather was waiting to pick us up even though she had to be to work that morning. We're so grateful she didn't ditch us and we know the candy bars were poor pay, but we hope she enjoyed them!

We're back home now and back in the swing of things. We had a wonderful time and wish we could have been there longer. Thank you so very much to my mom and dad who made this trip possible. And thank you to Garrison for having served faithfully and loving the people.

Day 6 of Mexico

The morning of January 20 found Mr. Mitchell like a giddy, little school-boy; this was the day he got to go scuba diving. We rushed everybody into the car and drove to Playa del Carmen. 

It was kind of tricky to find the dive shop because most of the streets were one way and about half of them were closed. We were, however, successful and Mr. Mitchell got dropped off to go diving. Unfortunately, we have no photographic evidence because the depth would have been too much for his camera and because he had the camera with him I couldn't get pictures of him getting off of the boat in his diving gear. *sigh*

While Mr. Mitchell went diving for a few hours the rest of us went to the grocery store for a bit of lunch and then hung out on the beach. There wasn't a reef at this section to break the waves so Garrison, my dad and I got to do some wave jumping.

I was excited to get to the beach. My shoulders started getting pretty
 burned so I wore my jacket when I wasn't in the water.

My dad kicking back before he jumps in.

There were lots of boats and jet-skis. (Or jet-skys as the ad said.)

Can you see us? (I'm in the yellow swimsuit!)

Getting ready to go pick up Mr. Mitchell.

Apparently people rent full-on beds at the beach.

After we picked up Mr. Mitchell we got some food and did a little bit of shopping. Garrison, Mr. Mitchell and I were on a hunt to find Mr. Mitchell a scuba diving shirt when we suddenly heard opera. We looked around and couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from... ... ...until we passed another restaurant. One of the patrons, who was clearly finished with his meal, was leaning back in his chair and singing at the top of his lungs while his wife finished up her own meal. He was rather rotund and looked quite at ease busting out his opera. It was a hilarious sight. 

We were also offered weed four times in about 10 minutes. They weren't even sneaky about it. They'd just walk up and ask us if we wanted some weed. (There was one guy who tried to be sneaky; he nudged Garrison and asked if he was shopping for something special and invited us all back to his store.) Garrison would always politely say no, give 'em a slap on the back, and ask us what about him looked like he needed weed. Mr. Mitchell was getting asked, too, so we decided they just aim for a certain age group of dudes. 

We really liked the ivy covered buildilng.

We were starving.

And we were quite taken with the purse rack.

This was the biggest leftover Christmas decoration we 
found while in Mexico. We parked our van by it.

They had these everywhere...really?

Ryan and Dad had some bonding time.

After a long day of beach playing, scuba diving, and shopping we were wiped out. 

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