The Mexican Diaries: Arrival Part 2

Previously on the Mexican Diaries (insert Keifer Sutherland’s 24 voice)… Okay, just read the previous blog.

As we find our seats on the bus, I'm completely horrified and humiliated as the woman behind me asks if I found my luggage. AAAAGGGGHHHH! Thankfully she doesn't make me feel like a complete heel. I just do that myself in my head. As we’re waiting to leave, who comes stumbling onto the bus? You guessed it…Drunk and Drunker. Now, at the airport in Vancouver I confirmed that they were not staying at the same hotel as us. I am sure they are on the wrong bus. The driver announces at least twice that he will be making ONE stop and that is at the Los Hadas. As Drunk passes by Dave, he suggests to her she is on the wrong bus. She insists she is not. Okay, whatever. On route, she approaches Dave to tell him she thinks we are on the wrong bus. Uh, no honey. We are on the right bus. You are on the wrong one. The point of all this…we arrive at the hotel and later learn that Drunk and Drunker are at the opposite end of Manzanillo from their hotel and the bus ain’t going there. They’ll have to take a cab. I find this hilarious.

At the hotel we decide we aren’t waiting in line to check in. What’s the rush? It’s not like our room is going anywhere. We see Cindy and her entourage in the lobby bar and are invited over. Introductions made, margaritas ordered and we’ve made our new friends. Our vacation is off to a fun and fabulous start!

Eventually we all go to check in. We find out Rhonda and Mike and Cindy and Brent are not only on our floor, but right beside us. Excitement all around! (How old are we?) Kyndra and Jeff are in a whole other part of the hotel. This will not do! We’re telling them they must get their room changed with the urgency of a parent who may have lost their child. They have to be right near us! (Do they even want to be near us?) They get their room changed and we are all happy to be living side by side for the next week. (Like we’d never find each other again!) We hop a taxi to our building. Yes, our hotel has taxis, should we not want to exert too much energy and walk to our room (there are many, many stairs – it’s like Portugal all over again!) These taxis also come in handy should someone (for example Jeffrey!) be too drunk to find the room. We unpack and meet for dinner.

There is nothing more perfect than sitting at a table far away from home, with a warm breeze blowing, overlooking the ocean, hearing the waves lap up against the shore and enjoying many laughs with some really great people. I can’t even explain the whole figuring out how to get food situation (Do we just pick from the samples up at the salad bar place, is there a menu? Can we actually have a menu? Oh, we are getting a menu. Yes, we’ll have another round of drinks. Okay, are we actually getting a menu? More bread. Soup. Okay let’s just pick something from the samples. Can we order? Sure we’ll have more drinks.) Anyways…it’s a long dinner but lot’s of fun. I think we are all exhausted from our long day and we say goodnight and look forward to our first real day tomorrow.