The third day I woke up again refreshed, and ready to make the most of my stay in Mexico. (sorry about the corny line, but I couldn't help it)
After talking at length about what activity to fill our day with, we finally decided on doing some more shopping, and then returning to the resort to relax.
Rodrigo, one of the bell-hops we made friends with, got us a taxi and asked him to wait for us while we shopped. This made it so we would not have to worry about getting one back, and not having to worry about if you are really going to end up where you want to be.
Our shopping went well, I bartered with some locals and bought more souvenirs. We made our way back to our waiting taxi, and the driver took us to some pretty perfect picture places (how about that alliteration there. lol). Our driver was really nice, and I am grateful for that. Because, even though we had a great time in Mexico, there were still dangers of being accosted by a local wanting to sell you a time-share.
After we were done shopping and taking pictures of the scenery, we went back to the resort where I played-and failed-tennis with the groom's brother Aaron, on the roof of one of the resort buildings. Even though I made clear that I am very bad at any kind of tennis other than the kind you play on the Wii, it was still a lot of fun. We lost two balls by hitting them over the fence, but thankfully we were saved the three dollars each, because someone felt kind enough to throw the balls back up to us. It was so hot up there that the only option (in our opinion) after playing-and failing-tennis, was to go swimming.
The pool felt great. The resort had five pools, but we usually utilized the main pool that had a view of the ocean. You may think it's strange that a resort on the ocean has one pool, let alone five. The reason is that the waves where we went are always to high for swimming, so they just built extra pools to make up for not being able to swim in the Pacific.
Now, enough of that bunny trail, back to my day: we were enjoying the pool so much that we were late for our dinner reservation at the Japanese Steakhouse. So we ran upstairs to rinse off, and change. That is the quickest shower/change/fix-up I've ever done. Dinner, made hibachi style (they cook dinner at your table on a large griddle), was pretty good. Our chef was creative and made a choo-choo train with the rings of onion, and shaped the rice into a heart under which she slid her spatula and made it look like it was beating. She said "My heart is beating for you." After filling our bowl with fried rice, she placed the bowl on the end of her spatula and flipped it in the air several times before finally placing it on our plate. She told us to call her loco. I thought that in the end, the presentation was better than the food itself.
After dinner, Aaron and I went and played basketball until it was too dark to see the net.
All in all, a pretty good day in Mexico.
Blessings,
Tiffany