I’ve some vague recollection that we crossed the border into Mexico on a family trip in the 70’s, but there are no photos to back this up. No souvenirs. No matchbooks.
I’ve always wanted to go proper and said yes after years of saying no.
Chad and Kevin found this resort in Cancún on their honeymoon in 2016 and keep coming back. So after months of anticipation we hopped on a plane and joined them.
We left Cincinnati in the wee hours as a bitter cold front descended, adding extra time to de-ice the plane.
Once we landed and navigated the mayhem of finding our preset ground transportation, we checked in, met for lunch at the buffet and then spent the afternoon in the Caribbean Sea.
Vacation commenced.
