The most absorbing fact about going on a vacation is that I invariably come back home tired more physically than mentally – It just has become my routine & I am used to the dreary eyed looks on Monday mornings. My latest experience changed it all, for we were on a true vacation, meaning we were on stress control – less work physically and even lesser work mentally.
Caribbean sea couldn’t have looked more beautiful – Even after seeing so many pictures and videos of this absolutely sparkling blue ocean, only naked eyes in front of the naked ocean could do justice to its sheen. Yes. Cancun is a very touristy (read it as ‘american touristy’) town – and for some stretches on the main hotel road, it reminds you of the Miami south beach – but only two decades ago. The town is a man made marvel set near the rim of the caribbean zone, engulfing all that nature has to offer, boosting it with all that a winter tourist would want, packaging it smartly and delivering it to the dollar spender who does not think about the currency conversions at that moment when he is paying for his serenading margarita delivered to the pool (while he is floating) by a bikini clad bartender. But….you walk a few feet away from the easily addictive pool/spa recreations – step on to the white sand beaches and look at the indefatigable persistence of the waves, as the azure horizon and more within your reach, the gorgeous blue bottom echo the splashing sound, you just want to stand there and breathe the fresh air that you so rarely get to. That’s what I did..
Of course, my son was a joyous baggage. This was more of a vacation for me to be able to spend some unadulterated family time with my wife and son. I think we managed that with a little bit of sucess for a couple of days.