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Escape to and from Mexico
Mar. 26th, 2011 10:00 amWhenever I'm around warm ocean water, I swim pretty much every day. That was the case again at the resort in Ixtapa, even though the surf was pretty rough. It was a workout just to keep from being dragged out by the undertow or knocked over by the surge. Good cardio, it seemed to me, which my doctor has been recommending I get more of. Likewise the resort buffets offered vast quantities of the fresh fruit and vegetables that the doctor has recommended I increase in my diet, so it was easy to feel that this was a much healthier life-style than my normal routine. Of course, by the time we left Ixtapa yesterday I was feeling exhausted, gut-sick, and appallingly hung over. So much for paradise.
I always have mixed feelings about these resort trips. On the one hand I love the ease and the comfort of the all-inclusive resorts. On the other hand, there's the nagging knowledge that this is a complete fantasy life, and the artificiality makes it way too easy to indulge in excesses of all kinds. Too much sun, too much exercise, too much food, too much drink. Crash and burn, baby.
This time I didn't get out of the resort at all. Other family members made it to Zihuatanejo, which is a more traditional town of shops and fishing boats nearby. The resort we stayed at was predominantly used by Mexicans, and on Monday (a national holiday for Benito Juarez's birthday) it emptied out, leaving only the American and Canadian dregs. On Thursday it began to fill up with Mexicans again. Very family-oriented, with lots of little kids running around. Not many spring-breaking college kids.
It was nice. At least until Thursday afternoon, when I started feeling iffy. Had I caught a cold from my eldest nephew? By Friday morning as we arrived at the airport, it seemed I had contracted Montezuma's Revenge like my dad and sister-in-law, although if that's what it was it ended up being a mild case that mostly felt like an upset stomach. Still feeling it a bit today, but I was able to eat breakfast, which was the first food I'd eaten in 24 hours.
Good times, eh? Well, yeah, it was. It just came with a price.
I always have mixed feelings about these resort trips. On the one hand I love the ease and the comfort of the all-inclusive resorts. On the other hand, there's the nagging knowledge that this is a complete fantasy life, and the artificiality makes it way too easy to indulge in excesses of all kinds. Too much sun, too much exercise, too much food, too much drink. Crash and burn, baby.
This time I didn't get out of the resort at all. Other family members made it to Zihuatanejo, which is a more traditional town of shops and fishing boats nearby. The resort we stayed at was predominantly used by Mexicans, and on Monday (a national holiday for Benito Juarez's birthday) it emptied out, leaving only the American and Canadian dregs. On Thursday it began to fill up with Mexicans again. Very family-oriented, with lots of little kids running around. Not many spring-breaking college kids.
It was nice. At least until Thursday afternoon, when I started feeling iffy. Had I caught a cold from my eldest nephew? By Friday morning as we arrived at the airport, it seemed I had contracted Montezuma's Revenge like my dad and sister-in-law, although if that's what it was it ended up being a mild case that mostly felt like an upset stomach. Still feeling it a bit today, but I was able to eat breakfast, which was the first food I'd eaten in 24 hours.
Good times, eh? Well, yeah, it was. It just came with a price.
