Off season events at amusement parks are an activity for the biggest nerds that exist. The hugest. There’s some catering to of the sometimes literally unwashed masses that come with freebies. And then there’s usually a tour around a close amusement park in some state of disrepair to look at rides that aren’t open and won’t be open for several weeks. One has to be really, really interested in the hobby of going to these places to care enough to go, much less be actively interested in a report about such an event. So I suppose you are that person.
Years ago, my wife went to Texas for what was then her only time. She spent most of her time in Fort Worth with a friend from the Disney College Program on a large Western US trip, along with a short visit to Six Flags over Texas. Her visit to the Stockyards was a formative one; being from Michigan and a vegetarian, she didn’t feel she fit in there, and was in fact derided for being a horrible yankee when asking about entrees at one restaurant which did not contain meat. For virtually the entire decade we’ve been together, this has led to suggestions of going to Texas being met with, at best, indifference. Continue reading
During our time in Mexico, we did leave our all inclusive to get a better measure of what it was that we could do on such a option filled peninsula. Even with a rental and a week, it wasn’t nearly enough time to do everything we wanted to do and relax. That’s the tough part. Yes, we could have spent a day doing cenote dives at all sorts of places, but that’s a day that’s not allows us to also take naps, relax in the room or by the pool, things like that. As a result, things ended up getting cut out of the plan. Cenote diving being a good example of such a thing. But we stayed busy.
After much research and discussion, my wife and I eventually agreed upon a resort which would be our home base for our trip to Mexico’s Yucatan region: The Catalonia Royal Tulum. Located in Xpu-ha, approximately 20-25 minutes north of Tulum and a little over an hour south of Cancun’s airport, the Catalonia Royal Tulum is an all inclusive, gated, all suites resort located on a picturesque stretch of beach along the Caribbean Sea. It offers all the expected amenities of a hotel of this class, as well as a number of aspects that directed us towards it based on prior reviews.
One thing we were drawn in by was the design of the hotel; no rooms have a beach view because they are situated away from the waterline. Rather, the 6 hotel blocks and main lobby complex are placed some distance away, and retained on the property is the appearance of the jungle that the resort largely replaces. This space even includes a bridge over a small cenote. Because of this design, the hotel is home to several native species quite foreign to us in the states: coati mundi, agoutis, various tropical birds, and iguanas make their home here along with the guests. While we couldn’t see the surf, we could see plenty of animals simply by sitting on our balconies. This was very, very cool.
My wife and I spend lots of time talking about doing a great many things, but what exactly it is we do comes down to our personal whims and immediate fancy. An idea we are hot about one minute may be determined to be insufficiently interesting only a day or two later. Eventually, something sticks, and those things that do generally end up appearing on our travelogue. A stay at an all inclusive resort was one of those things, and we bandied it about for several years. Finally, last year, we booked a trip to Mexico, via Cancun, to see what all the fuss was about. Continue reading
Annually, my wife and I have done trips to see my mom. We’ve gone to Orlando, Columbus, Detroit, and other places I can’t remember immediately. But we’ve done things with her. What we haven’t done is travel with my father, who lives in Phoenix.There’s a lot of reasons for that. One strong one is that we believed that by not going to Arizona, we would somehow force his hand to come to us here in Michigan. Retrospect being what it was, we should have believed him when he said he wasn’t budging from his home in the desert. He hasn’t and, at this point, I’d be surprised if he does come to Michigan so willingly. It became clear that we were going to have to go to Arizona. Finally then, after many years away, we returned for Thanksgiving.
Here in South Central/Mid/something Michigan, Detroit is a remarkably foreign place to many. For my wife and I, the enormous metropolitan area has been a zone of seemingly never ending exploration. On this particular weekend, there was not even a plan in place to go until just two days before, when I received an email indicating that I would have tickets to see the Pistons take on their not-so-mortal enemies, the Atlanta Hawks. Hey, they were free, and mediocre pro basketball is actually better than great college basketball, so there. That was impetus enough to leave the house for an evening.