Well, it has been a minute since we have traveled anywhere interesting. Something about a baby. Since it was Father’s Day—we decided to start the annual tradition of traveling with Ripley somewhere international. I am unsure if Ripley is fully aware that he has committed to this forever and ever, but as I write this and memorialize it officially in this blog—it is happening!
Even in Spanish Love Means Love…Wait Does It?
As I reflect on our epic excursion for Wendy and Dylan’s wedding in Cuernavaca, Mexico — I thought wow… “love” is universal in both languages. Then it dawned on me. No, in Spanish the word for love is not love, but amor. What? The ability to speak a different language is something that has alluded me, but fascinates me as well. As I did not know a lot of Spanish; I knew even less about a traditional Mexican wedding. What I learned… I need a lot more practice to hang!
Planning for the “Unplan-able” in Mexico
As a planner, you do things in advance. You attempt to anticipate any problem and attempt to solve the problem before it originates. In heading to Mexico, we booked our flight, hotel, car rental, etc. — easy for us with as much as we travel. I did my homework and found what forms were necessary to avoid delays and we were off to Mexico without any issue.
Hot...Oh So Hot...Cool Down or They Won’t Let Us In
There is a difference between “dry heat” and “humid heat.” Grant cannot do humid heat. In Puerto Vallarta, it’s hot and humid. So it was funny to see the role reversal play out with Grant walking outside and instantly become drenched in sweat. He didn’t know how good he had it in San Diego even during a heatwave.
A few months back we purchased a flight from Tijuana to Puerto Vallarta non-stop for $69 round trip each. We were pleased with our purchase and even more excited to get out of the US for a bit. All the COVID happenings, political turmoil, drama at work, and San Diego’s non-stop summer seem to make this trip a welcome distraction.
We paid a small fee to park at the border walked through the Cross Border Express bridge that takes you directly into the Tijuana airport terminal. Shortly after we hopped on the plane and got to PV in no time at all. As soon as we got off the plane it hit us— the heat. We were glistening so bad I was afraid the light bouncing off our foreheads would be distracting to the planes coming in. Having been to Mexico quite a few times we knew the airport was going to be a zoo. To circumvent it from being too bad I researched getting a private car to pick us up from the airport. However, I quickly found this was the worst thing you could do. It was a $129 round trip to go less than 15 miles down the road if you took this route. The travel blogs tell you to cross the connecting bridge (less than a 5-minute walk) and there you can connect with Uber for $4 total after tip. The problem was that we went in the wrong direction. After our own five minute walk we made our way to a random airport hotel then connected with a taxi for $10.
Most locals are used to the heat so this wasn’t anything new to them. To us we were dying sitting in the back of a car, windows down panting like dogs. When we got to our hotel the security guards had a few questions before they let us in. After those customary questions were out of the way they took our temperature. They read the driver fine. They took Grant’s temperature...to hot...moved to a different part of the arm— fine. Then they got to me. Head, arm, another part of my arm...I was just too hot. The guards were checking the temperatures of themselves and fine. They eventually just asked if I was having any negative symptoms and let me in. After getting inside in the AC—I was rechecked and didn’t have a problem afterward at each checkpoint.
We stayed at the Now Amber, which is Secrets but kids are allowed. Grant secured us a hotel room with a pool swim-up so we could just open our door and hop in. It was 2:45 and check-in was 3 pm. Our room was mysteriously not ready, but the VIP service attendant was right there to sell us tours and anything else we could need. After being given coupons, letting her know we had booked tours, and our VIP attendant out of up-sell opportunities—our room became ready.
Grant and I grabbed a quick bite to eat at the hotel buffet. He wanted to go swimming and I wanted to go walking around. So we split up and I went towards downtown. Grant was happy as can be just lounging in the cool pool. Like a little kid in a kiddy pool. I was happy as I could be wandering around aimlessly looking at the building, shops, and trying not to get lost. Eventually, I walked back after buying a souvenir mask and I joined Grant for pool time.
It wasn’t long before walking on the beach was proposed and we both agreed. The beaches in Puerto Vallarta are a little lackluster. Imagine smooth sand being replaced with rocks. If you have a zero-scaped yard with rocks and ever wandered on it without shoes— it was like that even in water shoes. The pain in our feet quickly became quieter when our stomachs started growling for attention. We grabbed some Mexican food before turning in for the evening.
Anyone that has ever stayed over or has shared a room with us knows Grant and I have the most over the top requests when it comes to sleeping arrangements. The room was supposed to have two beds, but it ended up being one king and a rollaway. This is because I am a constant tosser and turner —flipping from one side to the other and Grant is the lightest sleeper known to man but also hogs the covers (and the bed..). So I volunteered to take the rollaway the first night. Not a big deal. Except when Grant has the warm comforter in the king bed...I am left with a sheet for the rollaway and he drops the AC down to 19 degrees Celsius. That equates to 66 Fahrenheit. I don’t think he was trying to freeze me to death maybe just trying to make sure we stayed cool for our morning adventure.
The next morning we woke up early and hopped in an Uber to meet at the port, where we got on a speed boat for Vallarta Outdoor Adventures. After landing at the dock, we were met by military-like transport vehicles that took us to a ranch where we rode mules up a hillside to the actual destination. These seemed like racehorse-like mules as they were extremely competitive. Whenever one of the mules tried to pass the other it would suddenly go from sleepy to thoroughbred and hightail it to keep the lead.
The tour guides hooked us up in our zip lining gear and we were off. No cameras were allowed, but a photographer did follow us around documenting our every step. This adventure park was spectacular as it was a combination of zip lines, waterfall repelling, free-fall repelling, water slides, and even a zip line rollercoaster. There were 10 people with us and we quickly bonded with the JC of Latter-Day Saints family as the English speaking cohort. We laughed as everyone traversed what seemed like a surprise after surprise adventure. The last ride should have been terrifying but we all kind of just went with it. They got out helmets and elbow pads for us to go down a water ride that seems to have been repurposed from the water park featured on Class Action Park. It was rocky, but no one died so I guess not as bad.
After everything was all said and done we ended up at the gift shop. The photographer pulled up all of our photos and we went through each one on our own computer. Grant didn’t like any of the photos, but there was one of me that I did a zip line upside down that I thought was funny. I snapped a shot with my phone, got fussed at, but saved us $100 as that’s how much they wanted for the photos. Sorry, but I don’t need to spend that much on one silly photo. Such the rule breaker I am.
We packed it up, reversed course, and headed back to the hotel. I did get to see my blue-foot boobies on the way back so I was thrilled! Grant jokes they’re the only boobies I’m interested in. At the hotel, we grabbed a quick bite, dipped our toes in the pool, and got refreshed for our next excursion.
The next excursion was Rhythm of the Night a cirque-du-soleil-esq themed show featuring local traditions and talent. The ship was packed (one of six), masks were gone, and social distancing was out the window when the ship left the port. We didn’t buy the alcohol pass but were handed drinks. Most people were double if not triple-fisting booze as the boat cruised along the coast on the way to a private resort/theater. Servers kept refilling our glasses and the ocean breeze finally cooled us down making the ride extremely enjoyable.
Upon landing, we were greeted by tiki torches and tea light candles on an ever-expansive coast. After being herded and smiling at the required photo spots, we made our way into the theater. The show started and it was fun being at a real show in almost 8 months. For those that have been to XCARET in Cancun the show was not nearly as good as that, but still a fun show. Our buffet dinner was served next and our table was right along the water dimly lit by tea light. Fortunately, last one in, first one out rules applied here so we were the first to depart. The way back we got to enjoy a dance and comedy show put on by the cruise ship crew. The bed was calling so we quickly departed and went straight to bed. By this point, we had been up and going for 17 hours (7:30 am to 12:30 am). No wonder our VIP upseller was shocked when we told her we were doing both these events in one day... yeah we felt it by the end of the night but the fun was worth the exhaustion.
Grant took the rollaway, but still somehow managed to get the heavy blanket. The next morning we ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel, and got to the airport. Our biggest fear was that our body temperatures would be too hot to get on the plane so we made sure to have the windows down all the way and cold water nearby. Our thermometer read didn’t register anything with the guard so we were allowed on the plane without any issue. If nothing else comes out of this trip— hopefully Grant will never try and justify the heat with a comment like “it’s a dry heat” and think that it makes the melting glacier that is my face any cooler.
Luke Still Not Making Friends / Grant Now Not Making Friends
The entire trip to Cancun I was not making friends, however, my bad manners must have rubbed off on Grant for whatever reason he started to really tick people off. I loved it because I finally had company, but this was clearly new territory for him.
Our last day had us going to the park that really made us want to come back to Cancun, which was XAVAGE. The idea behind the park was to do adrenaline-based activities that would never ever ever be legal in the US. Rafting, monster truck driving, speed boating in narrow waters, and the ropes course that even the best of athletes would fail at.
The rafting was our first stop and it was fun. There were several drops and waterfalls, but we had done this type of activity before so ehh… Keeping with the water theme we went onto do the speed boat. This type of activity is all around the US, but not like this. Most speed boats in the US go into open areas and do the sharp turns splashing everyone. Nope. In Mexico, you go down a narrow path and they just spin you around there barely making it past the rocks. It seemed kind of simple until your actually doing it and you realize how close your getting and then you begin to second guess…was this a smart decision today? Haha.
Afterward, we went onto the monster trucks. These things were huge, and you literally go to go sideways, climb overtires, rocks, boulders, narrow turns…I mean crazy stuff. Neither Grant nor I wanted to miss this, so we did it separately. He went first and then I went. When I got back, he told me he got scolded at because he took a corner to sharp and hit a wall. It evidently broke off and a giant rock fell onto the ground; he kind of downplayed it.. I thought this was the greatest moment as it finally put to rest who was the better driver as I did not hit anything. Although I’ve probably ruined the transmission of the rental car because I keep driving with it in 2nd gear instead of D.
Grant needed to kill time because I went second and tried to go into the water section. He attempted to go down a slide but was told it was for kids only. He replied that he was a kid. The second time today he was scolded.
Next up was the ropes course, which hovers over the highway. It looks daunting, but figured the adrenaline would kick in. I can safely say I am not scared of heights as this course was well over 8 stories tall. There were different levels and we choose the 3rd most difficult out of 4. The first one had you step up on a log and then swing to the next log. The logs were not together, and the wind definitely moves them around. After the first one Grant stepped down to level 1, while I tried to keep going. Did I mention Grant doesn’t like heights? Probably wasn’t the best activity for him but he finished so I have to give him credit.
I didn’t get a video, but this video highlight it the best.
This is when things got batshit crazy. There were skateboards swinging in the air, then it was tires that compressed down when stepping on them, tennis balls to swing you from one rope to the other, there was even just two single wires were I had to shuffle my feet and hold on for dear life. I cleared like 8 or 9 different scenarios and was pretty good. That was until I got to the net.
Again, crazy ridiculous feet above the ground there is a net that you have to traverse. So, I literally had to shuffle my feet on the rope net and spider monkey across this net until I made it to the other side. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. Again, we are talking about being 8 stories in the air and crawling a net. This drained me. I completed one more course and headed down to a lower level. I completed more than half of the advanced course so I’ll take that as a win.
Not long after that we returned back to our hotel. Not having been to the beach today he really wanted to go. Our hotel is in the jungle, not the beach. But they told us if we wanted to go to a beach, they could help us. The hotel told us to go to El Dorado. When we got to El Dorado they shooed us away. Grant did a deep dive on his phone to find a substitute. Havana Beach Club. We go. They shooed us away again. Go to the Divanta. We go…they shoo us away. Grant’s clearly frustrated so I drive us down to Puerto Morales. Evidentially, this is where retired old people come to be in Cancun because we were the youngest people there. It was great little boat dock city and we were able to walk the crystal-clear water before returning and turning in for the night.
The flight home was fine. Lesson learned— if we ever go back to Cancun we will be staying in a 5 star hotel and chauffeured everywhere we go!
Grant Making New Friends in Cancun / They Hate Luke
Pre-travel blog we visited Cancun and absolutely loved it. Cancun has gorgeous beaches with crystal clear water and really thrilling adventure theme parks. Grant recently quit his job and had about one week before he started his new one. One week is an eternity when it comes to our travel schedule and so we took full advantage of the time off. This will probably his last trip for a while and so he got to choose where we went so Cancun 2.0.
He did score an amazing round trip flight from Tijuana to Cancun for $108 so even if it was a bust it wouldn’t be a costly one. The morning of our flight we packed, said goodbye to the dogs and went to the cross border express; a pedestrian bridge that connects the southern-most tip of San Diego to the Tijuana Airport. We made our way through the random checkpoints. At the last stop I crossed under a rope since there was no one there. The guard gave me a stern lecture about how if his boss was there, I would be sent back. Grant was smiled at and told thank you for following the rules.
The flight was normal until our “seat mate” joined us last minute. Grant sat in the middle next to a very social man that would not shut up. He kept talking and talking. You know it’s bad when Grant is taking out his headphones and the guy is tugging on his shoulder to get his attention. Eventually, we made it to Mexico City for our hour layover. We ran off the plane to avoid the guy only to run into him again in the restroom. Of course, Grant’s friend wanted to continue talking. We got away and since he was heading to Colombia it was a clean break this time.
The next flight was completely empty, so Grant had an exit row to himself and I took one on the other side. Upon landing we were quickly accosted by tour companies, taxi drivers, and rental car agencies. We made it to the gate the same time these chain-smoking foreigners did. They were literally lighting up in the airport, on the route to the car, at the official rental car agency. They even asked for a smoking car. To which the rental car said, “no and they would be charged.” Clearly, not deterred they asked… “Can you hook me up with a good smoking penalty fee?” The thought that it would be much easier and cheaper to get a nicotine patch didn’t seem to cross any of their minds.
Our hotel was in Riviera Maya area where we had stayed last time. At 10pm this area is pretty much dead so the drive there was fine. We were staying at the Hotel Amarte, which is a “4-star” eco resort. Grant thought it was a Motel 6 in the jungle with fewer amenities. Of course, when the lady checking us in offered options Grant took her up on it and we all went together to find the room that was just right. It was literally like Goldielocks and the 3 Bears where we would go into the room, Grant would lay down on the bed and then onto the next room. First room to hard. Second room to hard. Third room to hard. Eventually, it was decided that all of the beds were exactly the same and Grant choose the last room.
Sunday, we woke up and proceeded to XCARET! if you have ever heard or even looked up Cancun this is the first thing that comes up. The park itself was a zoo, with an underground river and a cultural show to tap it up. At different points there were some great photo opportunities, so we tried to take full advantage. Grant climbed a pyramid looking structure and I was able to get some great photos. I tried to do the same thing and out of nowhere a tourist guide started to yell at me for some reason. Other people were doing the same thing, so it was not as if it was inappropriate. When we tried asking her what was wrong, she just walked away.
We finished the park a bit early but wandered around to stay for the show. The show was actually really fun and quite dangerous. Our favorite stunt was the fireball game, which was like hockey but with a flaming fire ball. We left a smidge early to avoid the traffic and ate at a local restaurant on the way back.
The next morning, we got up and headed towards Cancun. Right before we made it in there was a police check point. We get stopped for a random check or so we think. Turns out it’s not a random check, but rather a shakedown. The officer alleges that we were speeding, and I was utilizing my cell phone. Both “very disrespectful actions” according to the officer. This was a red flag because I know I was not speeding, and I made Grant do the navigation so my phone was put away. We politely shared that we disagreed, and that I was not using my cell phone. He said okay okay...not two tickets just the speeding tickets. Red flag #2. He said we would have to go to the police station to clear this up tomorrow. Red flag #3. Clearly this was not a normal stop. He had his phone out like he was recording, but it wasn’t on. Red flag #4. That’s when I said that may be a problem because we leave tomorrow. We are only here in town to check out the beach and then one of the parks. (Lie)
This is when the real “shakedown” started. He lost his leverage because he knew we were leaving soon. He said...all can be forgiven if you pay me. Grant and I had exchanged $40 back in TJ so we dug that out of our wallet and handed it to him. I made sure to make it look like I was really trying as I pulled out even the little change. He took the money and yelled...no ticket to the other officers. He whispered that he is going to erase the evidence, so no one knows. Of course, we said...thank you thank you, while inside we were like “corrupt a**hole.”
Now penny-less we set out to find parking in Cancun. There were spots guarded by people expecting tips, which normally would be fine but not so much now. Laughing I told Grant I made a friend, but he was not amused. We found the JW Marriot and somehow convinced the security guard to let us in to eat food. The facilities were gorgeous, and this allowed Grant to calm down as he was quite angry about the situation. I was able to pull out cash for an absorbent amount of money at a local ATM so we were fine.
After driving to a public beach to wander around we decided to drive to Tulum, which was a little out of the way but close to our evening theme park XPLOR Fuego. On the way I stopped at a gas station to pick up some waters and snacks. Of course, when I paid 200 pesos and my total was 32 pesos they tried to give me 101 pesos as change. I just held my hand out as I am cheap and know my foreign currency. Not batting an eyelash, I just coldly looked at the cashier and said, “mas,” or more. It worked. Thank you all my former Spanish teachers for teaching me one word I remembered and could actually use in Mexico. She pulled the receipt from my hand and reviewed the change. She corrected her mistake.
After about an hour and a half we made it to the Tulum ruins. The park was only open until 5:00 pm and it being 4:00 pm we had a mad dash to see it. At the ticket counter, there was a notice that said “extended hours” from 5:00pm to 7:00pm. Breathing a sigh of relief we knew that we had plenty of time. Unfortunately, our interpretation of the sign was not the same as the man who started blowing his whistle informing us, we had to leave. There was not a question of extended hours there was a question of how fast he could herd us to the exit. The good news is that we saw a lot of the park; the bad news is we did miss a few things. I think it’s better to have seen a little than nothing at all.
Hopping back in the car we made our way to EXPLOR Fuego. It’s a theme park that is open at night that is lit up by tiki torches. The park itself consists of 4 main attractions, which are ATVs, zip lines, paddling through a cave on a raft, and then swimming through a dimly lit cave. We had done this before, and it was our favorite part of our previous trip. This time was equally fun and would recommend doing this park.
Crossing Borders into Mexico and Costa Rica
We haven’t traveled internationally in a little while so we decided in June to look for something exciting. Being so close to the border affords us the opportunity to look at airports in Tijuana as well as San Diego. There just so happened to have been a trip from Tijuana to San Jose, Costa Rica in October for $155 roundtrip. It was a short Thursday through Sunday trip, but heck for that price why not.
The Cross Border Express is a secured border crossing that allows people to skip the traditional border crossing and go straight from San Diego to the Tijuana Airport or vice versa. There is an additional cost of $15 per way, but from a time standpoint it cannot be beaten. We went through the entire process in less than 15 minutes and most of that was just walking across the border in the air-conditioned bridge.
Tijuana airport is surprisingly nice. With the border not being the nicest of places our expectations were low, but as soon as we walked in we were shocked that it actually was nicer than Terminal 1 in San Diego. We ate a torta, which was delicious and we were on our way to Mexico City. The flight landed early and so we began our 17-hour layover by checking into our hotel. The good news was that Uber is in Mexico City so we called an Uber and were to our hotel in a jiffy.
Most 5-Star hotels should have an individual that speaks more than Spanish at their front desk, but not at this place. We struggled through language barriers but eventually got our room. We were escorted up to our hotel by this random English speaking woman. Both Grant and I thought she was an employee staff, but come to find out she was a resident of the hotel. There are two towers – one that is for guests and the other is for owners. It was all very strange and it definitely got weird when Grant tried to tip her for the service. We politely ushered her out of our room as she clearly wanted to stay in chat.
Our first stop was to the Zocalo in Mexico City. This was their city center and outdoor mall. It was hustling and bustling and something that we had not seen on our previous trip. We walked around and saw some really interesting characters. We stayed and wandered around for a little bit before we hopped in an Uber to La Proveleta.
The last time we were there it ranked on my top 5 steaks I have ever had. This time around it was bad. Like the top 5 worst steaks I have ever had. There was clearly a change that went on so this restaurant shall never be mentioned again. After that disappoint outing, we went to go get a churro from the same place we went last time. Unfortunately, it was closed. So the whole evening left a bad taste in our mouth figuratively and literally.
The next morning we got up and headed to the Mexico City airport. I am sorry, but one men’s bathroom with 4 urinals and 4 stalls for 10 gates is not enough. We boarded the plane and got the aisle and middle seat. The problem was that there was a large Mexican man who was put in the window. This individual did not fit into one seat. The armrest could not be put down and so he extended into Grant’s seat. These seats are not very large to begin with and as the plane was going off he encroached more and more. Eventually, the man was laying on top of Grant and he was wearing him like a blanket. I offered to change seats and so I got to endure that the last hour. The 4-hour flight felt like an eternity, but we had officially arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica.
All the sites that are out there say—use Uber. It’s cheaper and easy to use. What they do not tell you is that Uber is ILLEGAL in Costa Rica! So when we made our way outside we were accosted by taxi driver after taxi driver. Pushing through the hoard we were advised by the app to meet at the bus station. Huh? That’s strange…so we asked where the bus station was. The driver was there in no time and he politely asked one of us to sit in the front. Odd, so we asked why? He said it is because Uber is illegal in Costa Rica, and we must act like we know each other to avoid penalties. Cool!
We arrived in now time to our resort, Xandari Resort and Spa, and were greeted with coconuts. It was off-season in Costa Rica so we knew it would be a little empty, but we were not expecting to have the whole resort to ourselves! Our room was great, nice view, beds were fine…there were a salt-water pool and Jacuzzi right outside our door. The coolest feature of the property was that there were 5 waterfalls on-site that we could trek to.
After changing from our airplane clothes, we were off with a bamboo walking stick in hand to the rainforest. We made it to the first waterfall and then the rain hit. We were ill-prepared as the rain caught us off guard. Instead of turning back we trekked deeper into the rainforest to see the additional rainfalls. Soaking wet we made our way back to the pool where instead of hosing off—we cleaned ourselves in the community pool we commandeered for ourselves.
That evening we headed back to the main lobby where the restaurant was attached. After having lackluster food in Mexico we were crossing our fingers that the food here would be good. Thankfully it delivered. Again, there was more wait staff than guests as Grant and I had the entire place to ourselves. Upon returning home, Grant was the first to try the bathroom toilet. When you flush the toilet – it talks back. I really thought that the food was not settling well with Grant. It wasn’t until I tried it that I realized what was happening.
The main reason why I booked this trip was my desire to go white river rafting. We had done this in Tahoe recently, but it was a little to calm for us. We had a private driver who drove us the two hours to the tour. We were the only two people at the rafting company. So instead of getting in a large raft – Grant and I both went in small kayaks with a personal tour guide. They were a lot of fun and all of us fell out a few times. My tour guide actually fell out the most, which is probably scary for most people. They let us cliff dive in some of the deeper parts and we concluded the tour with big smiles on our faces.
We ate lunch at a local eatery and again were the only people there. The whole city was a ghost town. After eating, we went on a chocolate tour, which was really cool. We went through each and every step of making chocolate. But what made it really cool was that we actually did each step that we could. Granted it was like a cooking show on TV where we “grounded the cacao beans” and then came out the fine grain result, but it was still cool. We got to try the cacao drink of the gods and then we added the sugar and ate the paste, then through the magic of Costa Rican chefs we got to eat the bars. It was chocolate overload, but a really fun experience.
The driver picked us up from the tour and we went back to the hotel. After parting ways with him, we hung out in the pool and jacuzzi just soaking in all of Costa Rica. There is something so peaceful about hanging out in a pool in the rain. The next morning, I woke up super early and cleaned the entire hotel room. Grant woke up to all his clothes folded and myself packed and ready to go. We cleaned the bill up with the hotel and Uber was there in a jiffy to take us to the airport.
Just a side note—Costa Rice is very expensive. For a third world country, the rates that they charge foreigners are ridiculous. There is a large western influence in certain areas (predominately tourist areas). Maybe I am just a little bitter that we spent $35 at the airport on a 6-inch Quiznos sandwich and a ¼ pound Smashburger and fries.
Hello Officer...Bam....They are Prescription!
To me, there will always be two versions of Mexico. There is no doubt that parts of Mexico are absolutely beautiful. The coast borders the same ocean that people pay millions of dollars for in Malibu. However, the poverty of the country does bring you out of this ideal or even fantasy version of Mexico very quickly.
Tensions between the US and Mexico are high so this might not have been the ideal destination. A caravan full of individuals from foreign countries seeking asylum in the US had made their way up to Tijuana this weekend putting pressure at the border to make sure none of them slipped through illegally. This tension spilled over into more security and longer wait times.
Tensions between the US and Mexico are high so this might not have been the ideal destination. A caravan full of individuals from foreign countries seeking asylum in the US had made their way up to Tijuana this weekend putting pressure at the border to make sure none of them slipped through illegally. This tension spilled over into more security and longer wait times.
When we crossed the border there was an unusually high amount of armed officers in Mexico. I have always learned to stay clear of the police in Mexico to avoid conflict. However, Grant must not have gotten that memo because he decided that it was okay to wave hello to the officers. He also made sure to hit every single pothole that Mexico had to offer. At a certain point, I think he was doing it secretly on purpose or as he put it… “the car wanted to hit the hole.”
Our hotel, Bajamar, was about 1.5 hours into Mexico and we made a quick stop there first. Unfortunately, the hotel was not ready for us to check in. Check-in was at 4 pm, which was absolutely crazy to us so we decided to skip checking in and go straight to La Bufadora.
La Bufadora is one of the largest blowholes in all of North America. It is an incredibly cool phenomenon based upon air getting trapped in a cave when the waves come in forcing the water and air to explode upwards of 100 feet from sea level. The area has become a tourist trap, which means that you cannot get to the site until you walk close to a mile of shops. These shops have a wide variety of purposes from selling alcohol, to churros, to tacky souvenirs, and even prescription medicine. Grant really wanted to post next to Viagra Man.
After purchasing a large wooden mask to add to my growing collection, we made our way to the hole. The surrounding area was absolutely beautiful and the actual blowhole was really neat to see. We both very much enjoyed seeing it and thought it was well worth the extra drive to get there. If your ever in the area skip the tour and just drive there. Parking is $3/4 dollars and they set you loose at the same spot the $50 tours do.
On the way back, we stopped at a nice Mexican restaurant and I ordered lobster and filet. The duality of Mexico continued even with this meal. The lobster was absolutely delicious, but the steak could have very well of been horse it was so tough. We returned to our hotel and hung out the rest of the day utilizing the amenities and services of the hotel. The restaurant at the hotel had very poor service, but the food was excellent.
Upon exiting the restaurant, we went out the door we came in. However, for some reason, they placed an unidentifiable piece of furniture outside the door to block anyone else coming in. Grant did not see this upon exiting and pushed the door open. The door hit the furniture with a loud “BAM” and toppled over. Only in Mexico does a sound this loud not attract any attention. We looked around and quickly corrected it’s toppled position. The unknown furniture item was splintered into a few broken pieces surrounding the door and we very calmly collected them. We scampered back to our room and fortunately, the hotel was none the wiser that we broke it. In our hurry, I did not get a picture, but I am sure you can assume why not! :)
The next morning we got up slowly and left. We wanted to get to the border crossing as fast as we could knowing that we were in for a long wait. Fortunately, we were given a fast-pass by our hotel to skip the general line into Mexico. While I am sure it saved us sometime— it did still take about 2 hours to cross the border. The border into the US is like nothing I have ever seen before. There are mobile shops, street food vendors, beggars, and even street performances going on all around you in as you are an unwilling captive for their attention.
As we finally made our way to the crossing we were asked some simple questions that I evidently failed according to Grant’s standards. The border agent asks “where are we going?” I respond, “home.” Grant corrects me and says, “La Mesa.” The officer asks me, “please take off your sunglasses.” I yell, “they are prescription glasses.” Evidentially, this is funny to both Grant and the officer. Clearly, I am oblivious and still am unsure why this is funny. However, I am sure Grant if you ask Grant he could tell you. :)