The first weird thing after a 12 and half hour flight to Cancun is to realize that you swithched a body. Me, usually, running around actively after a reasonable amount of sleep being jet legged and dizzy and sleepy all day, and Daniel, being usually sleepy all day no matter the hours he slept, just running around in hyperactivity.
No wonder, by the way. The place is picture perfect. The colours you see by googeling Cancun are not photoshopped. They are just like that. Blue. Beautiful.
It’s a massive place. Hotels all around, in immense size and range, holiday offers everywhere, and a bunch of service oriented, friendly load of people, locals and fellow tourists alike.
For the evening, we got a recommendation -by random leaving the confusing party bus and meeting an american family- for a restaurant that serves – ta daaam – mexican food. It was a lovely place, with great service and fab food. Not to mention the mariachi band that popped by and played some songs for the guests. Cheesy, I know. But whatever you think, getting live performance of ‘Besame mucho’ by a mariachi band to you and your company at an open air restaurant in Mexico is indeed priceless. Not to mention that I love that song (on the same note, rip Cesaria).