Thursday, January 24, 2008

Cancun Travel Journal Day 1:  Arrival at Dreams Resort

I couldn’t blog on the plane so I grabbed a sheet of paper from Rick and started writing. Here is an excerpt.

snip > I used to love flying. I’ve done a lot of it over the years, especially with our two European assignments. Back and forth to the U.S. and some exotic locales. Today though I don’t enjoy it as much. I suffer from mini panic attacks. My heart pounds. My palms sweat. My Rescue Remedy spray is always close at hand. It’s irrational, I know.

We just took off from Newark Airport after being 20th in line for take-off. Not at our cruising altitude yet and all is calm. The cute older man in the seat behind me chatters excitedly, giving a running commentary on what he sees out the window: the Vietnam Memorial, and oh! there’s Long Beach Island! Sure enough as I glance out the window the Jersey Shore lies like a sandy ribbon on my left. The sun’s morning rays turn the rivers below into gilded, winding snakes. I see estuaries; bays. The far Eastern edge of the United States.

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The rest of the flight was very bumpy and I was glad to finally be on the ground. The automatic doors of the airport terminal slid open and we were engulfed in a rush of warm tropical air.

As we walked into the marbled lobby of our hotel, a pith-helmeted, uniformed bellman handed out hot towels, while another proffered up a huge plate of chocolate chip cookies. But the lavish welcome wasn’t quite over as yet another bellman arrived with a tray full of flutes of champagne for us as we checked in. I think I could get used to this! Our bags were taken to our room and our bellman gave us all the information we needed regarding the hotel’s services.

Our slippers and robes awaited us.

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Lynne Robinson, Hewitt, New Jersey

I could see the sea through our window and couldn’t wait to open the door and step out onto our balcony.

Lynne Robinson, Hewitt, New Jersey

When I did, this was my view. First to my left:

Lynne Robinson, Hewitt, New Jersey

and to my right:

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Not long after I sat down to “blog” the old-fashioned way (note the good use of the robe). Since Rick had his laptop with him for most of the time and we couldn’t get internet access in our room (only in the lobby area) I resorted to ~gasp!~  writing my thoughts down with pencil and paper.

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Here is what I wrote.

snip > Right now as I sit on our sea-view balcony, the crashing roar of the waves is deafening. ~~ ... boom! swoosh ... ~~  The sea is rather angry and agitated today due to a storm front passing through. Our bellman told us that normally it is so calm and serene that you can see fish at the tops of the waves. Not so today.

Our resort is “all-inclusive,” meaning literally all you can drink or eat. We have four restaurants within the resort to choose from for all our meals. The service is impeccable. The minute you finish your drink or look as if you need something else, like magic a liveried person appears at your side offering more. If my wine glass even started to look in the slightest bit drained, it almost immediately got filled back up again. Kind of like a never-ending bottle of wine. A bit dangerous, don’t you think?

Our room reflects the color of the sea beyond our window, decorated in turquoise and pristine white. A very calming and comfortable room. 

I normally don’t think of myself as a tropical climate kind of girl, but I think I could get used to it. The sea mesmerizes with its endless rhythm of waves. I find myself gazing mindlessly into its turquoise vastness. Waiting, just waiting, for the next wave to come crashing to shore. One finishes its crescendo while another is waiting to take center stage right behind it. They wipe my mind clean of thoughts.

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Lynne Robinson, Hewitt, New Jersey

To be continued ...

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