Viva Mexico

Don't you just hate it when people return from vacations and want to bore you with five billion photos showing you every moment of the trip, going on and on about how much fun they had, assuming you actually care?????

Sorry about your luck.


Day #1 -



We had to get up at the crack of dawn and board our flight from Columbus to Cancun.

When we landed in Cancun, it looked like we were going to plop down right in the middle of the jungle.
When we got to the resort, it was still too early to check in. We changed into our bathing suits and hit the beach and pool while we waited for the room to be ready.

After swimming for a while, we moved our stuff into the room and changed for dinner.




It didn't take me long to figure out that I was in Mexico with "Vacation John" rather than "Ohio John." V.J. acted silly, laughed at just about nothing, and didn't seem to have a care in the world. Don't worry, he still pulled the strings of his swim shorts really tight "just to make sure they didn't fly off" and took an inventory of all items in the beach bag, double checking to make sure we weren't forgetting anything crucial for a day at the beach. I love my responsible, organized husband! It was fun to see him cut loose (as much as he possibly can!)

Instant party animal - just add cervesa!

Our self-portrait at dinner