The morning sun peaks through the palm tree leaves and lays a warm blanket over the freshly cutgrass. The tropical birds of Cancun begin their morning song of shouts and screeches communicating that a new day has arrived. The Moon Palace hotel slowly rises from sleep and the sounds of a once quiet resort begin to be broken by the tourists ready to take on the day.
As I step out of my hotel room and onto my balcony I feel the warm air hit my face. My feet that were once tucked under a sea of blankets now cool off on the ice-cold cement. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath of the ocean’s air. As my eyes are closed I hear the sounds of Jet Ski’s slapping the waves as they pick up speed across the water.
I quickly change into my bathing suit and my Aunt and I jog to the beach. As we enter upon the sand I pick a handful of it up and it drops through my fingers like sugar falling from a bowl. It is the softest sand I have ever come in contact with. It also strikes me as odd that though the sun is burning hot the sand remains cold.
As the day continues on and my time of lying in the sun has been absolutely glorious I realize that my stomach beckons for food. I walk to the restaurant and the moment I come in I have a waiter eagerly wanting to serve me. I find this type of behavior a theme throughout the resort and slowly come to the conclusion that the service at this hideaway is impeccable.
My stomach feels satisfied and overfed by the time I am done eating but my mouth salivates for more.
As I walk out of the restaurant and decided to take on the pool the size of lake Michigan I run into some other vacationers. I pick a lawn chair next to theirs and their accents indicate to me that they are not from the US. They are in fact from Europe and also on vacation. My Aunt and I, we realize, seem to be the only Americans at this all-European filled resort, and we quickly understand that maybe they know how to vacation better then most Americans.
With staying at this resort comes many perks. For one, the vacation my Aunt and I chose was one that would be all inclusive. From friends I have heard all-inclusive resorts in Cancun are usually dirty and have horrible service.
At this point in my stay I can’t help but think that my Aunt and I are extremely lucky and I even feel a little reluctant to share my hideaway with the public. The resort itself was not that expensive to go to especially since it was all-inclusive. The total of all of my spendings to get to the resort and stay at the resort were a total of $1300. Resorts comparing to the one I stayed at generally run anywhere from $1500-$2300. So I have to ask myself, did we catch a deal without realizing it?
This resort was extremely clean and well kept and I can’t even begin to indulge on how wonderful the service was. Any time my face even remotely showed that I may want something some one was there ready to take my order.
They blew the phrase, “rest and relaxation,” out of the water. No one should be expected to even lift a finger at Moon Palace because chances are they have some one paid to do it for you.
The night before my Aunt and I left our 5-day vacation in Cancun we took our last night to savor our experience. We sit at a bar on the beach, vacationers like to call The Swing Bar. The bar got its name based off of its structure. It is a circular hut with thick rope swings hanging from the ceiling and wood planks for guests to sit on that seat you right at the bars height.
The breeze is exceptionally warm that no jackets are needed and the air is filled with the smell of the sea so that it tastes like an expensive fish dinner. The feeling is so delectable that I never want to let it go.
By the time my vacation is coming to an end I am not yet prepared to call it a day. My heart already begins to ache having to have to prepare to go home to a world so different from this. One thing is for sure though; the Moon Palace has not seen the last of me.
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