Our Cancun Vacation Day 3

Sunday we slept a little later, hit the breakfast bar, met up with friends, and spent a little time (and pesos) in the gift shops. This was the day we had planned to waste away with the best strawberry daiquiris I've ever had in my life. It was cloudy as it had been most of the time we were in Mexico (thanks to Tropical Storm Stan) but other than that the weather was mild.

Sexy Mr. D.

The swingin' bar is at the very top center of this picture.

I spotted a buddy of ours at the poolside bar and yelled for him to order a strawberry daiquiri for me. When I saw it on the counter I swam over to retrieve it. By then there was lightning and thunder so we got out of the pools and sat at the bar for a couple of hours. All drinks were free and you could stay as long as you want or as long as you could balance on a swing.

I can't think of a better place to spend a thunderstorm. "Another daiquiri here, por favor!"

When the rains let up we all collected our drenched belongings and headed back to our rooms for dry clothes and a nap. The room was cold so I crept out the patio doors to try out the hammock. It was surprisingly comfortable. I could reach the rail with my foot and give a little kick and I was swinging.

View from the hammock, I never set my camera down.

When I took this picture from my hammock I realized how much it had rained. Water was standing everywhere. I decided to take a walk but many of the sidewalks were covered with 3" to a foot of water.

Looked as if the fountain went loco.

Can't even see the sidewalks.

Angry clouds

I must share this picture with you. It's a lovely moth resting on an outside wall of the hotel. It's wings spanned 6" or better!

The grow 'em big around here.

There was to be a beach party Sunday night but although the rain stopped for a while the wind would have taken the tables away. We met in the Jupiter Ballroom with a live band and a wonderful buffet set up for us. My pictures didn't turn out too well here.



After dinner there was dancing on the dance floor. I don't dance. I can't get that drunk any more without passing out. Around 10:00 we decided to take a little trip to the other side of the resort. we piled in a tour bus sitting under the front canopy for the ten minute ride. Once there we found the karaoke bar where it was our hope to put a microphone in the hands of one of our men so he could sing a song or two that he had written. As we entered and shoved ourselves just in the doorway (it was wall to wall, shoulder to shoulder people) we found that they were on their last song for the evening. We returned on the same bus and Chad sang all the way back with a few back up singers as well.

Back at the party we found that all but a dance floor full had left. We hung around for a few more drinks and retired to our rooms. We had to get the packing done that night so the bell hops could have our luggage at the bus on time the next morning.