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Published: August 29th 2012
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One Saturday back in January of this year, Jenn and I headed out for brunch at a Mexican spot here in Houston. The weather was nice enough, so we opted for a table on the patio. We had gone to see a DJ, Calvin Harris, the night before, and he unfortunately had left us both feeling a little unsatisfied. While we sat there reflecting on the previous evening, I sipped on a Pacifico beer. I remember commenting something to the extent of, “this beer would taste so much better on a Mexican beach”. Then a thought crept into my head. I pulled out my Blackberry and started searching. I think Jenn started to get annoyed at me for seemingly just Facebooking and ignoring her. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I’m pretty sure she saw the mischievous look on face right before I asked what she thought about going to Mexico. That afternoon. There were flights available. We could make it if we left right then. But no……..it was more than I wanted to pay. I put the phone down and tried to push the idea out of my mind. It didn’t work. The adrenaline for doing something so
impulsive had sunk in too strongly. We talked about it for a few minutes, realizing if we went for it, it had to be right now. On one hand, we both agreed it was somewhat irresponsible. But, why not? We didn’t have plans for the evening. There were flights back the following afternoon. We wouldn’t have to miss work on Monday. And it would surely be a memory.
The next 90 minutes were a blur. We quickly paid the bill and drove back home. I called the airline and booked two non-stop tickets to Cancun for the flight that left in two hours. First class tickets were the same price as economy at that time, so I took the upgrade. The ticketing agent even asked me if there was an emergency like a death in the family. While Jenn quickly packed our bags (pretty easy to do for one night), I booked a hotel room on the beach. In fact, I was still booking the hotel as we headed to the airport, which we arrived at with just enough time to slip onto our flight. Two hours later we were on the Mayan Riviera.
I hadn’t been to
Cancun in almost ten years, but winter is a great time to go because it isn’t very crowded. The weather is still nice, and most of the visitors are Mexicans coming over for the weekend. No Spring Break insanity. After checking into the hotel, we headed out for happy hour and then dinner. There were many, many moments of complete disbelief. “I cannot believe we’re in Mexico right now” was uttered repeatedly throughout the evening. After dinner we headed over to one of the nightclubs, The City, where I think we might have been the only foreigners. Finally, around 3:00 am, the excitement of the day began to take its toll, and we headed back to the hotel. The following day we headed down to the beautiful white sand beach, and parked ourselves on a couple of lounge chairs for a few relaxing hours of sun and sea. Coming in the off-season is like being on a private beach; you practically have it to yourself. It really makes for lazy Sunday.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and it was time to head back home. Only 21 hours had passed since we first arrived in Cancun.
It had been an experience unlike any other; completely surreal, exciting yet relaxing, and supremely impulsive. I really thought I might be able to cross that off the bucket list afterwards, but I know better. Someday, somewhere, that same itch for spontaneity will return. And I’m pretty confident, as well, that the outcome of that experience will also provide some truly unforgettable memories.
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