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A couple standing next to me chooses
European plan as they will get their own food or dine out. I can see how Mr. and Mrs. DINK (Double Income, No Kids) can afford to do this. Hmmm . . . and I must wonder if they are Dinks then what are we? Dorks? No income, double kids?
My son takes one step outside, looks at
largest pool on
island beckoning his graceful belly flop, colorful mounds of American and international fare at
poolside La Terraza bar and grill, nonstop activities and says, "Well, I guess this is goodbye" as he salutes us and makes plans to disappear for
next five weeks. (Yes, you hear me correctly. It's a five week stay!)
We scan
courtyard and it is huge! I notice ramps for
disabled and elevators to get to all three floors. The resort encircles
beautiful tiled courtyard and in
center is a pool so enormous that it comprises several smaller pools with different depth levels to meet various needs for lazing, activities, Jacuzzi, children, and well, for swimming. Pools within a pool!
My children are already hooking up with new amigos from Merida as they sit under
shade of a palapa to enjoy their own version of "grown-up" drinks. My youngest downs about four Shirley Temples and dons
tropical flower garnish (toothpick and all!) in her hair. The two teenagers run around
pool with heaping plates of chicken nuggets and French fries hoarded from
poolside snack bar, as if
food supply would end! I see
cocinero is also cooking up some fresh burgers upon
children's request. I can also see my rules are flying right out
window! But hey, it's vacation!
It's vacation! Those words ring in my ears and I head to
open gym to check out
equipment. A sea breeze wisps by as I climb on to
treadmill and look out at
glistening pool and
secluded courtyard. The activities staff in their red polo shirts is rehearsing for
nightly show. The shows range from comedy, family, to all-out aesthetic dances of
culture.
Walking . . . no skipping…to our room with silly smiles upon our faces, a “swish, swish, swish” sound starts and never ends. It is
sound that we hear all over
island. The swishing is from all
sweeping that goes on. Sweeping must be a favorite national pastime for it goes on night and day and
people even smile while performing this task! I, for one, have never smiled incessantly while sweeping, nor have I ever swept incessantly, as a matter of fact.
“Fresh paint” announces
sign as we round
bend to our rooms. The hotel is huge and very large hallways lead us. Ahh . . . tranquility whispers
cerulean walls which mimic
sea. Hues from
brown family-beige, chestnut, mahogany, cocoa—of
furnishings bring raw elements of
island inside. Like all rooms, ours consists of direct touchtone telephones, satellite TVs, safety deposit box, hair dryer, hooks about diving, large closets, plenty of storage space, and an A/C that worked way too well! Immaculate housekeeping each day means our rooms are swish-swish swept, freshly picked flowers from
lush, well-groomed gardens, and footpaths leaving a tropical scent, and tissues and towels meticulously folded into swans, hearts, and even little smiling people.
“Oh wow! Lookie at
pool from here!” my youngest yells as she scurries in from
arched-covered balcony and immediately starts pouncing on one of
cushy beds. I discover that every room has a private balcony that offers an ariel view of
island’s largest pool or a terrace with a fresh look of
hand-scaped garden (all work is done by hand around here), and views of
staff sweeping and sweeping and sweeping . . .
Throwing sunscreen at my husband’s back, I quickly follow
rest of
clan toward palm-shielded lounge chairs. Cindy and Mike with
Activities Staff greet us energetically and ask if
girls want to join them in
Kids’ Club and Kids’ Playground. Children from around
world are in
pool preparing for a water balloon war and reciting their daily Spanish lesson in song at
same time.
After a few hours of melting into
chaise lounger, I am not able to read any of
books I brought, nor listen to my CD player, nor jot notes in my journal, but just lie in utter stillness and peace. “Palm Tree Syndrome” they call it here. It’s as if layers of stressare starting to peel away. No shallow ambitions, no material bondage, complete freedom of mind, body, and spirit.
Pictures of undersea life and soothing water sounds illuminate our way through
underground walkway leading to
hotel’s private beach club. My husband is drooling over
complete dive center with snorkeling, scuba diving, and certifications galore.
The children are dropping in one by one from
private pier with its gleaming white gazebo and its glass bottom. What an incredible backdrop against a turquoise sea and powder blue sky with wispy clouds. No wonder many wedding promises are sealed here!
Our clan, like most people, tends to opt for wide beaches and shallow waters but at
Hotel Cozumel Resort, dropping into
sea means we have instant access to
incredible live tropical aquarium without having to pay
prices of a snorkeling or diving tour. There is also a wonderful beach for
landlubbers in
family and a pool which peeks at
Caribbean.
Now
topic that everyone has been wondering about all along-what about
FOOD?!
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By Bobbi Buchanan, Arkansas Jetsetters Magazine Correspondent. Read Jetsetters Magazine at www.jetsettersmagazine.com

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