for those of you that follow me on facebook, you knew how excited i was to dance. our resort in playa del carmen, mexico advertised dance lessons, among many other things. all i wanted was to have fun learning a little "tropical dancing" in mexico.
if you haven't heard me bicker yet, our vacation to mexico was awful. that is an understatement. despite the number of times i've told this story, i still haven't found a better adjective. the food was awful, i could rest because the beds were so hard, and they lied to us about almost everything the resort had. don't get me started on didi.
it was day three, and for some reason i still had faith that this resort wasn't a total waste. "tropical dance lessons: wednesday at 4:30". simple enough. but where? I walked around for awhile, looking for the tropical dancing, but couldn't find anything. i headed to the front desk where the less-than-helpful-thus-far concierge was located.
"Tropical dancing is at the pool," he said.
THE POOL?? in the pool? on the rough concrete area surrounding the pool?
i proceeded to the pool, and, of course, found nothing. it was just as it appeared 10 minutes ago when i was swimming in it. so, i found the towel shack and asked the man working it (who had also previously served us dinner, entertained us at the bar at night, and i'm sure something else i'm forgetting), "where is the tropical dancing?"
He continued, "OH! tropical dancing! you want to do tropical dancing?? go gather people and we will start tropical dance lessons!"
yeah right. what a joke.
i will not lie to you. every fiber of my being was hoping to have my own "Dirty Dancing" the movie experience in mexico. ok, don't be crazy. i just wanted to do some fun dance lessons at our resort, thats all.
what a joke, a disappointment. it was day three that i realized what a freakin mess this vacation was. thats the day i finally cried. i wanted to go home, eat some real food, sleep in my own hand-me-down creaking bed with a flat pillow.
don't worry. thing started to look up. (ok, so they didn't). what i mean, is that we finally stopped expecting anything from the resort. instead, we spent about 8 hrs a day in the ocean and pool. from the ocean, to the pool, back to the ocean, returning to the pool again.
the best thing that happened in mexico was my tan. and that my family got along. and the ocean. it wasn't a total bomb. basically, i'm glad to be home.
my trip to Arizona this weekend, i'm hoping, will redeem my vacation. can't wait
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