Cancun cont'd....

Our most overused phrase for the vacation was "what time is it?". Probably because we turned our phones off on the plane to avoid charges, so our 'watch' was my ipod touch(and needless to say we didn't bring it everywhere with us). I won't lie, the thought crossed my mind countless times that I could, or rather should, miss my return plane and stay forever. Sand, sun, and the most gorgeous shade of blue that water has ever been. Jungle, beaches, natural and man made wonders... and a simpler lifestyle overall. Move down there and man a catamaran for the next 40 years- yes please! Live on a Ranchero and be a vaguera riding the beaches? You got it! I could work at one of the hotels, helping out those who speak english for all i care lol. It could be...
What did we do? Drink, yes...eat,yes...mayan ruins, check(one of the 7 wonders btw)...drunk boat(or catamaran) to the isla mujeres(Island of women), hell yeah...ride a scooter all over the island, stall it, and be slightly stranded in the ghetto because we couldn't get it started, nuf said... hold a shark- you'd better believe it... ride a jetski in the carribean ocean, yep... ride a 'stang across Playa del Carmen, Thank you God yes. What didn't we do? Hit the clubs? I do that enough back home. We substituted clubs for Margaritavilla and had a blast without paying a covercharge. The kids at our hotel who were from canada kept calling me the yeager girl cuz I was wearing my yeagermiester shirt when they met me. They met me cuz I overheard them talking about being from new brunswick and I was like "you guys are from jersey too?" they were highly confused until I told them there was a new brunswick in NJ and they told me there was a new brunswick in canada- I was surprised, they didnt have much of an accent. Luckily for us we missed out-for the most part- on the invasion of teeny boppers... I mean the Mexican police were lining the road into Cancun in full bullet proof armour with military rifles when we were leaving and the Spring Break season was about to start. Not to mention a military boat doing who knows what in the water right off of our resort. Like really? is that necesary?
Overall, Jack and I survived a week in a foreign country without killing each other. Actually, the thought never occured. And by far the most beautiful thing I saw: the veiw from horseback. Being on a horse is breathtaking enough to some one with an equestrian passion... Being on horseback on a white sand beach with coral strewn and palm trees leaning into the lapping waves, sun beating down and no sense of time or relativity to the modern world, where blue sky meets slightly whitecapped bluer water... God must have been beside himself. Sometimes I let myself doubt my religion, but a sight like that is not a happenchance, or a freak of nature... God made things beautiful, far away from war and hate and differences. Someday, I hope my place in heaven is as miraculous as that beach that I rode out onto from the jungle path. I was in awe, somthing I am not in often... not on a normal basis at least. Thank You God