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My brain is jumping from one topic to another, I feel unable to make decisions and doing anything at all seems like a great effort.  I have to go to the grocery store, but that seems daunting today and I know I would come home with nothing that I need and a whole lot of stupid things like nail polish or a piñata.  I know I need to sweep and mop, but the thought of it makes my shoulders droop and my head hang low (nothing new in that now that I think about it).  Even the idea of going to the beach seems like a huge undertaking. (shocking!)  I'm lacking energy, patience and my normal perky outlook on life.  Post holiday blues?  Too much mommy/Max time and not enough time for myself?  Or just plain ole depression?  Probably a mix of a whole lot of things, all I know is that my energy is at zero today and my focus is a big blur.  Perhaps I need a list.  Hey, I know, I'll share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sweep and mop (but you knew that already)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Put away clean laundry&lt;br /&gt;3.  Clean cat box&lt;br /&gt;4.  Get someone to clean the tinacos&lt;br /&gt;5.  Get someone to come and take away the old air conditioner that has been sitting on our bedroom floor for a year and a half&lt;br /&gt;6.  Get to a chiropractor (I have seriously messed up my hip, legs are numb from a pinched nerve and I occasionally gasp in pain scaring Max with my facial contortions and "OWWWWWWS")&lt;br /&gt;7.  Measure windows for curtains that parents will be bringing&lt;br /&gt;8.  Clean out "junk" drawers and file important papers that are not junk but are in the junk drawer&lt;br /&gt;9.  Draw a layout/plan for redecorating Max's room&lt;br /&gt;10.  Beg, borrow or steal enough money to finally get rolling on Max's Canadian citizenship&lt;br /&gt;11.  Get Hubby to finally get passports for himself and Max&lt;br /&gt;12.  Get a Quintana Roo driver's license&lt;br /&gt;13.  Write a book&lt;br /&gt;14.  Join a yoga class (after number 6)&lt;br /&gt;15.  Win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;16.  Select photos for large format printing in an effort to brighten up this bare-walled house&lt;br /&gt;17.  Get the dog groomed and apply Frontline&lt;br /&gt;18.  Figure out how to make some money this year, at least enough to make ends meet for a change.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Find a salsa class that is not in a bar&lt;br /&gt;20.  Get inspired and motivated in the kitchen again, my meals are boring me to tears&lt;br /&gt;21.  Get back to studying Spanish, heck, maybe this time with a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;22.  Start a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is more but I've lost my train of thought (see, told you I can't focus!).  I'm thinking right now that if number 15 happens first, the rest will just fall into place.  At least I could hire someone to take care of the list and do my thinking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look, something shiny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=XBETxz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=XBETxz" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2009/01/sluggish-ramble.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-6520067316745680451</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T12:52:51.987-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">things to do in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wet n wild cancun</category><title>Wet n Wild Cancun</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since we  had a super quiet New Year's Eve (in bed sober by 10:30), we decided to treat ourselves to a day at Wet N Wild on the first day of 2009.  We'd never been before and we were pleasantly surprised by the place.  The design made me feel like I'd jumped back in time to the seventies but it was very clean, safe and a whole lot of fun for a three year old.  Not many "thrill" rides, I'd be disappointed if I was a teenager (I love me some big rides!) but with Max we were happy in the kiddie area anyway.   I knew that they offered Cancunense discounts and had heard 250 pesos, kids free.  Turns out it was $25 USD, Max pays too, so it was a pretty steep 1000 pesos to walk in, but at least all the food and drinks were included.  The park was not busy, we never felt crowded and not one tourist ticked me off.  (Sorry travelers, but you know the bad tourists, you see them too, the obnoxious ones make you as crazy as they make me, I just have to see them more often).  Max was on his best behaviour (Hubby too) and we had an exhausting and fun day in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6diUHyVOI/AAAAAAAACqI/Eomm1Sz5iKk/s1600-h/wetnwildtwins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6diUHyVOI/AAAAAAAACqI/Eomm1Sz5iKk/s400/wetnwildtwins1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286836225422021858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Max's Evil Twin. &lt;br /&gt;He freaked me out more than once in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6diPhRS1I/AAAAAAAACqA/W8cZi4HVQWc/s1600-h/wetnwildtower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6diPhRS1I/AAAAAAAACqA/W8cZi4HVQWc/s400/wetnwildtower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286836224186731346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Seemingly Useless Giganto Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dhw8GIcI/AAAAAAAACp4/UdLYDFwcJB0/s1600-h/wetnwildslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dhw8GIcI/AAAAAAAACp4/UdLYDFwcJB0/s400/wetnwildslide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286836215977746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Going Down the Tubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBopdlqI/AAAAAAAACpw/z4O9_aeShLI/s1600-h/wetnwildcancunwaterslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBopdlqI/AAAAAAAACpw/z4O9_aeShLI/s400/wetnwildcancunwaterslide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835663996294818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking North to the HZ&lt;br /&gt;(That's me in the shadow!)&lt;br /&gt;The beach is "Mirador Dos", public access&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBqqHFmI/AAAAAAAACpo/mdOAzDR5y00/s1600-h/wetnwildcancunwaterballoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBqqHFmI/AAAAAAAACpo/mdOAzDR5y00/s400/wetnwildcancunwaterballoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835664535885410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Water Balloon Toss&lt;br /&gt;(Why does it feel so 70's to me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBvRVeRI/AAAAAAAACpg/oeX39ytO4YI/s1600-h/wetnwildcancunkamikaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBvRVeRI/AAAAAAAACpg/oeX39ytO4YI/s400/wetnwildcancunkamikaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835665774147858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kamikaze Hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBTjvmHI/AAAAAAAACpY/E5PPyaOiFDc/s1600-h/wetnwildbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBTjvmHI/AAAAAAAACpY/E5PPyaOiFDc/s400/wetnwildbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835658335164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Space (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;) Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBceYzkI/AAAAAAAACpQ/3bjI0_zan-U/s1600-h/wetnwildbirdmecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6dBceYzkI/AAAAAAAACpQ/3bjI0_zan-U/s400/wetnwildbirdmecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286835660728618562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which Way to Birdie Mecca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV-vQ6lB2vI/AAAAAAAACqQ/DNfVjI6x_rQ/s1600-h/wetnwildwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV-vQ6lB2vI/AAAAAAAACqQ/DNfVjI6x_rQ/s400/wetnwildwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287137192693586674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Water Fun in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;(playing with curves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta pronto, hope you are warm and cozy wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=uIu9yk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=uIu9yk" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2009/01/wet-n-wild-cancun.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SV6diUHyVOI/AAAAAAAACqI/Eomm1Sz5iKk/s72-c/wetnwildtwins1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-389544282166081135</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T09:15:53.108-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">canadians shot in cabo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">violence in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">media</category><title>Canadians Shot In Cabo</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again the Canadian media has some Mexican meat to chew on as reports of two Canadian men shot in Cabo San Lucas spread like wildfire.  Local Cabo San Lucas newspaper "&lt;a href="http://www.tribunadeloscabos.com.mx/newpage/index.cfm?op=por&amp;amp;recordID=66556&amp;amp;seccion=Portada"&gt;Tribuna de Los Cabos" reports&lt;/a&gt; that the two men were in "Mermaids", a popular strip club when they were struck down by gun fire.  Witnesses claim that the men were sitting with an American tourist when they were suddenly and without warning attacked by two unknown men.  The men suffered non-fatal wounds and are in stable condition in the local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event has stirred the Canadian media to use phrases like "wave of violence against Canadians".  In the last two years five Canadians have been killed in Mexico under suspicious circumstances, but I wouldn't exactly call that a "wave of violence".  If one were to read only the Canadian press, one would assume that there is a Mexican around every corner just waiting for their chance to attack anyone wearing the maple leaf.  To suggest that Canadians are being targeted is ridiculous, shock journalism at best.  Are there problems with violence in Mexico?  Of course.  It's all connected to the drug cartels and organized crime, violent acts are rarely random they almost always come down to someone getting involved with someone they shouldn't have.  The details in this latest incident are sketchy at best, suggesting that it is a random event without more information is simply irresponsible.  A reporter for the &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryherald.com/news/Canadians+shot+Mexican+strip+club/1131933/story.html"&gt;Calgary paper&lt;/a&gt; suggests that the men knew who their attackers were, leading police to make an arrest.  It's quite likely that the victims got involved with the wrong people and it led to the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me angry is the &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2009/01/01/mexican-shooting.html?ref=rss#socialcomments"&gt;comments&lt;/a&gt; I read following some of these stories.  True ignorance from my fellow Canadians who have no idea what is really going on here but scream "boycott" and make ridiculous statements such as "Mexicans hate all gringos and white men".  I really shouldn't bother to read the comments, they just make my insides churn.  Sometimes they are absolutely laughable in their utter lack of knowledge or insight into a situation they cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the English newsblast on the situation, click &lt;a href="http://news.google.com.mx/news?ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;tab=wn&amp;amp;ncl=1285902252&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=eB7Scn"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=eB7Scn" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2009/01/canadians-shot-in-cabo.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-3421206140724747874</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T19:25:10.548-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puerto morelos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">isla holbox</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">akumal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">isla mujeres</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">isla blanca</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">merida</category><title>The Year of the Get Out of Cancun Road Trip</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being January 31st (ahem, edit that to December, thanks Scott!), I think we all take some time to reflect on the year past and all that it has brought.  We've watched Max turn from a baby into a big boy.  We lost our kitty Changa and gained our lovely brothers Buzz and Ziggy.  We survived a nasty hurricane season without incident.  We suffered some lows, as most everyone else did and we came out the other side with a smile.  Mostly what I think about is all the adventures we've had.  Our good fortune brought a car into our lives this year and we took great advantage, exploring Quintana Roo and the Yucatan Peninsula more than we ever could before.  This by far was the best thing about 2008, discovering new places, some touristy, some off the beaten track, all with something incredible to offer.  Here's a wrap up of just some of the wonderful family times we had in the "Year of the Get Out of Cancun Road Trip".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*(clicking the links takes you to original posts about that destination, clicking the pics enlarges them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuMMDzpu_I/AAAAAAAACnE/ej8J-in-p6g/s1600-h/meridacathedral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuMMDzpu_I/AAAAAAAACnE/ej8J-in-p6g/s200/meridacathedral2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285972726457678834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/03/musings-on-merida.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  One of the first road trips we took and one of our favourites.  Merida is a beautiful Colonial town with an amazing history and a trip I highly recommend.  We loved the zoo and the horse drawn carriage ride, can't wait to go back and see more, and perhaps catch up with Theresa and see the Jonna and Mimi's new/old house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuOel_PxsI/AAAAAAAACnM/rN-EmTEbk9I/s1600-h/tulumruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuOel_PxsI/AAAAAAAACnM/rN-EmTEbk9I/s200/tulumruins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285975243894015682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/06/fathers-day-road-trip-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tulum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  Tulum is a small town south of Playa del Carmen famous for its spectacular ruins set on the ocean.  We spent Father's Day visiting the ruins and playing on the incredible beach.  We had a terrific trip, this was one of the most beautiful places we visited all year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuQ6eUNvDI/AAAAAAAACnU/jnKJn3hvjOI/s1600-h/akumaltortuga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuQ6eUNvDI/AAAAAAAACnU/jnKJn3hvjOI/s200/akumaltortuga1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285977921894071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/search/label/akumal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Akumal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  We visited Akumal a couple of times this year and really enjoyed ourselves.  The first trip was the best, we got to hang out with Jonna and Mimi and do some fantastic snorkeling right off the beach.  I will never forget my giant barracuda encounter and Hubby will always have his sea turtle memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuTZOdaprI/AAAAAAAACnc/Kmo8QdVQCHA/s1600-h/bloggermeetupcaribbeansea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuTZOdaprI/AAAAAAAACnc/Kmo8QdVQCHA/s200/bloggermeetupcaribbeansea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285980649236899506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/search/label/isla%20mujeres"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isla Mujeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  Technically not a "road" trip as the "road" is actually the sea, but a day trip nonetheless.  Isla Mujeres has long been a favourite weekend destination for us, Max learned how to walk on Playa Norte and our good friend and fellow blogger Wayne lives there, great reasons to visit!  This year's Latin American Blogger Meetup went off without a hitch on Isla, a fine time was had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuVKcQgSHI/AAAAAAAACnk/gnXeU9sPpkg/s1600-h/puertomoreloslighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuVKcQgSHI/AAAAAAAACnk/gnXeU9sPpkg/s200/puertomoreloslighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982594266056818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/search/label/puerto%20morelos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Puerto Morelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  One of our favourite destinations, Puerto Morelos is only 30 minutes away from Cancun and offers some of the best beaches in the area.  With numerous visits this year, it's like our home away from home.  If we were to ever win the lottery, buying a place here would be near the top of the list of things to do with our millions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuYOJj4p8I/AAAAAAAACns/8Ne2n7h3RTc/s1600-h/islablancabestpicevah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuYOJj4p8I/AAAAAAAACns/8Ne2n7h3RTc/s200/islablancabestpicevah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285985956501432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/search/label/isla%20blanca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isla Blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  This is probably the place we visited most often, top of our convenient beach list.  Isla Blanca is about 30 minutes outside of Cancun, undeveloped, rustic, clean beautiful beach.  With its lack of hotels and tourists, we were often the only people there which makes it our very own private beach (or so we like to think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuZ4TVzPMI/AAAAAAAACn0/QtN0MNJOkQU/s1600-h/holboxtraffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuZ4TVzPMI/AAAAAAAACn0/QtN0MNJOkQU/s200/holboxtraffic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285987780192844994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/search/label/isla%20holbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isla Holbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-  This was by far my favourite road trip of the year.  Isla Holbox is one of the most incredibly beautiful, peaceful, relaxing places I have ever visited.  I really want to keep it a secret, any development on this little piece of paradise would be a crying shame, I want it to stay the same forever.  I am dying to return, it's a place that gives me chills, sets my heart aflutter and makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. Holbox wins my "Trip of the Year" award, congratulations tiny island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, a sampling of the Canucka family's life in 2008.  There were more adventures of course, we had some incredible experiences, this is just a tiny peek into what  kind of trouble we got into this past year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a "to visit" list ready to go for 2009, can't wait to share our new experiences with you!  We're hoping that we'll be able to hit Vallodolid, Bacalar, Majahual and Sian Kaan, all pretty easy road trips from here.  Dream trip would be the chance to visit Campeche or Chiapas and if all goes well we'll make the journey to Hubby's home town of Puebla this year (though we won't attempt the 24 hours of driving!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A big special thank you to all my readers for hanging in with me in 2008, I truly appreciate all the support and comments, the new friends I've made and the adventures I read about in all your blogs.  I wish you all an incredibly Happy New Year and may 2009 put the wind at your back, the sun on your face and sand between your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, see you next year,&lt;br /&gt;Canucka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVulto8PvgI/AAAAAAAACoE/cjfxFAWteLE/s1600-h/selvaticacenote2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVulto8PvgI/AAAAAAAACoE/cjfxFAWteLE/s200/selvaticacenote2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286000791152213506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=02o19Z"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=02o19Z" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/year-of-get-out-of-cancun-road-trip.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVuMMDzpu_I/AAAAAAAACnE/ej8J-in-p6g/s72-c/meridacathedral2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-3512197649502413613</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T09:04:59.467-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">max pics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beach pics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">punta bete</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beach video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quintana roo</category><title>"New" Beach, Punta Bete</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our usual Sunday routine is to get up, have some coffee, give some breakfast to da kid and decide which beach we're going to head to.  Normally it's a "Puerto Morelos or Isla Blanca" discussion, but this past Sunday I was desperate to investigate some place we had never been before.  After some simple Googling, I set my mind to &lt;a href="http://www.cancunsouth.com/cit_puntabete.html"&gt;Punta Bete&lt;/a&gt;, hidden away between Puerto Morelos and Playa del Carmen.  There are no signs announcing this beach, we knew we would need our eagle eyes to catch the entrance, but we finally managed to spot our turnoff and down the rickety road we went.  A few back and forths and turnarounds later we finally found the public beach access beside the fancy schmancy "Azul Fives" hotel.  We knew there were beach clubs back there somewhere, and just wandered down the beach past the hoity toity tourists until we found "Los Piños", a rustic little place where we could pitch our umbrella and settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am a "glass half full" kind of girl and Hubby is the exact opposite.  The first words out of his mouth were "Esta fea, no?" ("It's ugly, eh?").  Hmrph, no respect for the goddess of the sea and beach.  It may not have been the best spot compared to some we've been to this year, but it was clean and the water was blue and I thought it was a lovely place for the day.  The waves were more intense than I expected and the shore was rocky, not exactly a swimming spot, Max didn't even go in the water.  Hubby made it in with his snorkelling gear, but it was so rough the water was really turbulent and he said he couldn't seen anything for the silt.  I made it up to about my knees before the waves and the rocky bottom chased me out.  Los Piños may have been a public beach club, but it was certainly more expensive than most local places, 120 pesos for a small ceviche is robbery and they wanted 200 pesos for us to sit under a palapa to eat.  (Can I say "hrmph" again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we managed to suffer these horrible tragedies (yes, that is sarcasm, it wasn't THAT bad) and enjoyed our day.  I saw more than my fair share of thong-clad bottoms, yo, big macho dude, if you are going to wear a teeny thong, DO NOT BEND OVER to collect shells in front of my face, I don't need to know you that well (I'll spare you that picture).   I don't know if we would go back to that particular spot, combine the waves, the rocks and the very "special" tourists from the hotels and it doesn't add up to the beauty of other beaches we've visited this year.  (I honestly saw a woman snap her fingers at the beach waiter to come and turn her chair a few degrees, what is with people, she was younger than I am and certainly capable of turning her own damned chair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, on that happy note, ahem, here are some pics of Punta Bete, Quintana Roo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqWb1pPuI/AAAAAAAACm8/WZctRFDsIvU/s1600-h/puntabeteswimmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqWb1pPuI/AAAAAAAACm8/WZctRFDsIvU/s400/puntabeteswimmers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583677590945506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one place I saw people managing to get&lt;br /&gt;past the rocks for a swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqWIlSClI/AAAAAAAACm0/MAEsEEDz_Z4/s1600-h/puntabeteseaweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqWIlSClI/AAAAAAAACm0/MAEsEEDz_Z4/s400/puntabeteseaweed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583672422042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The seaweed covered rocks all along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Quite pretty actually, the seaweed was soft to the touch&lt;br /&gt;but looked like it was alive, fun stuff (though slippery!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqV_tSIwI/AAAAAAAACms/x-2MGzSWo1I/s1600-h/puntabeteseafoam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqV_tSIwI/AAAAAAAACms/x-2MGzSWo1I/s400/puntabeteseafoam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285583670039683842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tidal Wave!!!!  Run for your life!!&lt;br /&gt;(I really like this pic, I can feel it moving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopnfeZZDI/AAAAAAAACmk/NtyOQiTec9k/s1600-h/puntabetepainter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopnfeZZDI/AAAAAAAACmk/NtyOQiTec9k/s400/puntabetepainter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582871113327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fancy Schmancy Hotel Guests&lt;br /&gt;(yes, he is wearing a white speedo, designer shades, has coiffed hair&lt;br /&gt;and he brought his own easel.  Ahem, I'm all for art&lt;br /&gt;but this guy made me giggle and roll my eyes a little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopnSLHuCI/AAAAAAAACmc/lxVeUbl5Zqg/s1600-h/puntabetelospinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopnSLHuCI/AAAAAAAACmc/lxVeUbl5Zqg/s400/puntabetelospinos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582867542816802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The less than fancy Los Piños Beach Club&lt;br /&gt;(200 pesos just to site on those plastic chairs?  Pshaw!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopm-O43kI/AAAAAAAACmU/huqHjHNyymY/s1600-h/puntabetehorseplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopm-O43kI/AAAAAAAACmU/huqHjHNyymY/s400/puntabetehorseplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582862189911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gymnastics on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;(Max can defy gravity when he really puts his mind to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopm2F61yI/AAAAAAAACmM/U0R414-to2c/s1600-h/puntabetegymnastics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopm2F61yI/AAAAAAAACmM/U0R414-to2c/s400/puntabetegymnastics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582860004808482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby's world turned upside down and all&lt;br /&gt;he can do is bury his head in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopmZb2eeI/AAAAAAAACmE/GzldS9KWPOk/s1600-h/puntabetebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVopmZb2eeI/AAAAAAAACmE/GzldS9KWPOk/s400/puntabetebeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582852312168930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pretty beachy vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took a little 360 video for you (I'm trying to collect 360's of all our beach visits, you can see some of them on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CancunCanuck"&gt;my youtube page&lt;/a&gt;).  It's near the end of the day and the waves have subsided, they were much stronger earlier.  (If you look closely, you can see a nice little thongy butt in there somewhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uwun2qJd9uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uwun2qJd9uo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There you have it, our new discovery though it's probably the last time we will visit there.  I think I'm becoming a bit of a beach snob, though I prefer the term "aficionado".  I feel like I am back in the wine tasting rooms of my past, "Nice aroma, good legs, but a little rough on the finish".  I've got to develop my beach rating system, categories to include cleanliness, swimmability (is that a word?), view, feel of the sand, density of people, proximity to decent bathrooms and facilities and overall vibe.  Hmmmm, maybe there's a book in there somewhere.....Nah, I'm far too lazy and would just go to the beach instead of working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=GQJAmA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=GQJAmA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/new-beach-punta-bete.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVoqWb1pPuI/AAAAAAAACm8/WZctRFDsIvU/s72-c/puntabeteswimmers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-1125932194555088275</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T09:20:22.835-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas fair</category><title>Cancun Christmas Fair</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello all, sorry for being MIA, we've been holiday busy and crazy around here.  To summarize, Christmas Eve at home just the three of us with Costco catered dinner, the 25th with bestest BritFriends for a traditional English affair, a little bit of beach and a little bit of the Cancun Christmas Fair.  Max and I still have a week of vacation left, the trick will be entertaining him with no money, our pockets are empty after last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from Max's first trip to the fair.  I had to take a deep breath and relax and embrace the idea that it was not going to be the nice, safe clean event that fairs are in Canada (haha, I know, country fairs are not notoriously clean or safe, but in comparison.....).  We went early to avoid the drunken crowds and were glad to be out of there before 9:00, we started to see some stumblers and roustabouts in the crowd and the police had started to arrive in force.  I was disappointed that they started the fair so late, I was really hoping they would be open for the kids during the day but alas, 6:00 was opening time so managed to get a few hours in before it became a scary place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrE0mz0I/AAAAAAAACk0/_lde3qRa56w/s1600-h/christmasfair2008beertent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrE0mz0I/AAAAAAAACk0/_lde3qRa56w/s400/christmasfair2008beertent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222292864290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First thing you see on arrival, all the beer tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrUHKb8I/AAAAAAAAClE/fTcLyDA2FPg/s1600-h/christmasfair2008fancyrestrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrUHKb8I/AAAAAAAAClE/fTcLyDA2FPg/s400/christmasfair2008fancyrestrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222296968654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next thing (naturally) were the lovely bathrooms.  Three pesos&lt;br /&gt;and an order to not waste water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjih50U1CI/AAAAAAAACl0/VYCXikirsqs/s1600-h/christmasfair2008ricostacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjih50U1CI/AAAAAAAACl0/VYCXikirsqs/s400/christmasfair2008ricostacos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223234803127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Food was everywhere but not a lot of variety.  Hot dogs,&lt;br /&gt;hamburgers, churros, tacos and french fries.  We stuck with the&lt;br /&gt;churros, the flies made anything else a little less than appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjihKXgAhI/AAAAAAAAClk/BZcju3EFU88/s1600-h/christmasfair2008prizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjihKXgAhI/AAAAAAAAClk/BZcju3EFU88/s400/christmasfair2008prizes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223222065758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Max played a couple of games but alas,&lt;br /&gt;did not win the Bimbo Doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjihBUnQZI/AAAAAAAACls/d-dzqaNtZ_c/s1600-h/christmasfair2008prizes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjihBUnQZI/AAAAAAAACls/d-dzqaNtZ_c/s400/christmasfair2008prizes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223219637731730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nice display of cheap prizes for suckers like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrx2e-_I/AAAAAAAAClU/rQWk7qIg-RM/s1600-h/christmasfair2008freeride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrx2e-_I/AAAAAAAAClU/rQWk7qIg-RM/s400/christmasfair2008freeride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222304951761906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Best part?  Free rides for the kids, whoohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjig5Fw_-I/AAAAAAAAClc/bxIEC8ckD9U/s1600-h/christmasfair2008freeridemotorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjig5Fw_-I/AAAAAAAAClc/bxIEC8ckD9U/s400/christmasfair2008freeridemotorcycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223217427972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Max on his Spidercycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjiiGgND7I/AAAAAAAACl8/ElmjLz34JT0/s1600-h/christmasfair2008safetymonkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjiiGgND7I/AAAAAAAACl8/ElmjLz34JT0/s400/christmasfair2008safetymonkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223238208393138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Superior, high tech safety standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrjlYtWI/AAAAAAAAClM/Egu2ZmKCymU/s1600-h/christmasfair2008freakshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrjlYtWI/AAAAAAAAClM/Egu2ZmKCymU/s400/christmasfair2008freakshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222301121951074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We skipped the freak show but I had to have a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrMa7PHI/AAAAAAAACk8/p_aHqbARS_I/s1600-h/christmasfair2008bumpercars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrMa7PHI/AAAAAAAACk8/p_aHqbARS_I/s400/christmasfair2008bumpercars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285222294904061042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my baby on his first bumper car trip.  My&lt;br /&gt;first bumper car trip with no lap belts or shoulder restraints,&lt;br /&gt;only some minor heart attacks trying to keep his face&lt;br /&gt;from becoming part of the steering wheel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All my sarcastic, cynical comments aside, we did have fun and Max wants to go back.  I had one good "adult" ride, a spinny one that I loved and wanted more of but poor Hubby had his hands full with Max and didn't take any photos, dang it, I look good upside down.! It was even more thrilling knowing that the ride could fall apart at any minute!  The fair is on until January 11th if any locals are up for some adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=yOCAOe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=yOCAOe" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/cancun-christmas-fair.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVjhrE0mz0I/AAAAAAAACk0/_lde3qRa56w/s72-c/christmasfair2008beertent.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-2628856396539738643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T09:32:12.025-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in canada</category><title>Why I Choose to Live Here</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So simple really.  Here's a picture of my dad on Sunday, in my old hometown of Windsor, Ontario...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hi mom and dad, wish you were here and glad I'm not there, see you soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVJU83YnHAI/AAAAAAAACks/KQj-Wk3NoxA/s1600-h/sundaywindsor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVJU83YnHAI/AAAAAAAACks/KQj-Wk3NoxA/s400/sundaywindsor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378717495073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a photo of where I was on Sunday, Isla Blanca just outside my new hometown of Cancun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVJU8PcEEdI/AAAAAAAACkk/74wPKd-2Ffg/s1600-h/sundayislablanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVJU8PcEEdI/AAAAAAAACkk/74wPKd-2Ffg/s400/sundayislablanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378706772136402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The choice is easy.  I'll take my white Christmas in the form of powdery sand and the foam of the waves...which would you choose???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=hPrTzA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=hPrTzA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/why-i-choose-to-live-here.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVJU83YnHAI/AAAAAAAACks/KQj-Wk3NoxA/s72-c/sundaywindsor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-2912781493700444376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-23T10:33:11.937-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mimi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kitten pics</category><title>6th Folder, 6th Photo Meme</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm jumping on the meme bandwagon here, a &lt;a href="http://bnwisla.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-post.html"&gt;lazy post idea from Wayne&lt;/a&gt; on Isla.  The dealio is to choose the 6th photo folder and the 6th photo within that folder and tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely my 6th folder is titled "California Wedding" and yet the 6th picture is not in California, nor is it nuptial in any way.  This here is "Mimi in Milk Box"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVEQ1Aw2HTI/AAAAAAAACkc/qzImkStpwEg/s1600-h/sixbymimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVEQ1Aw2HTI/AAAAAAAACkc/qzImkStpwEg/s400/sixbymimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283022340806286642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mimi (formerly known as "Guest Kitty") is actually the next door neighbour's cat, but she spends more time at our house than her own.  She's a lovely little girl who upon entering our house will a) find the food, b) beg for food if none is out and c) destroy something.  She's getting quite chunky what with her double feedings!  She's an odd one, at 7:30 every night she cries at the door to go home.  Not a minute sooner or later, she's got her inner clock all set.  The neighbour knows she's  here a lot and has apologized, but really there is nothing to apologize for, she's a part of our family too.  We were actually really annoyed last night when our landlord told us the neighbour had to leave town for a funeral.  They didn't tell us!  And apparently they didn't leave any food out for Mimi either as she has been chowing down here like there is no tomorrow.  We've decided to keep her inside until the neighbours get home, 7:30 demand to leave or no.  All they had to do was tell us they were going away and we would have gladly taken care of business for them, watching their apartment and feeding Miss Mimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment Mimi has once again trashed the Christmas tree and eaten all the food out for my boys.  Good thing she's darned cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=vFKdzF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=vFKdzF" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/6th-folder-6th-photo-meme.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVEQ1Aw2HTI/AAAAAAAACkc/qzImkStpwEg/s72-c/sixbymimi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-7815829341306359578</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T16:45:03.604-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pirates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">caribbean carnaval</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">posada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">booze cruise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas party</category><title>A Cancun Company Christmas Party Classic</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday, last day of work for two weeks and the company Christmas party all in one day?  Fantastic!  Made this Canuck very, very happy indeed!  As per tradition, we gathered all the students in the lobby to sing Christmas carols and in keeping with my own personal tradition, I wore a tinsel crown and made myself into a dancing fool.  Good times, good times.  Let the holidays begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company posada (Christmas party) is a blast every year,  the boss always picks a great place for it and the teachers let loose and get their dancing shoes on.  This year we headed out on Caribbean Carnaval's Pirate Adventure, a booze cruise to Isla Mujeres.  I've done this particular cruise a few times, but this year was quite a bit different.  No tourists!!!  The boat was packed but it was all local companies having their posadas.  The difference?  The entire night in Spanish, the crew relaxed and having extra fun with local jokes and the partiers embracing the cheesiness and really getting into the silly games and races and jamming the dance floor to capacity.  I have never seen EVERY chair empty and the stage so full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it wouldn't be a company Christmas party if I didn't find myself on stage for one of the silly games.  I used to think I needed to be the center of attention, but I've realized I just need to grab on to any opportunity to do "something", anything, experience any opportunity handed to me.  Why sit and watch when you can get on the stage and DO?  I found myself the first loser in the big race and was ready to face my punishment.  I got off pretty easy compared to some, they simply asked me to walk sexily up to the pole in the middle of the stage and well, do a pole dance.  Rum punch really helped me out with this one (and 20 years of dance training).  I put on my strut, grabbed the pole and went for a spin.  The MC screamed "Stop, stop, stop!".  I slid to the ground, he pulled me up and said "Is this what they are teaching at (insert school name here)?  Quiero aprendir ingles! (I want to learn English!)".  The rest of the night I found myself surrounded by strangers calling me "Tubo Canuck (well, my real name but I never post that here)!" or "Maestra de Tubo!".  Ummm, I guess there are worse things to be famous for than making a fool of yourself at the company Christmas party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take too many photos this year, I was too busy having fun, but here's a couple for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_ER0Sq6I/AAAAAAAACjw/ksnBs65b9uU/s1600-h/posadatree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_ER0Sq6I/AAAAAAAACjw/ksnBs65b9uU/s400/posadatree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650968151993250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xmas Tree on Arriving at the Island&lt;br /&gt;(a little different than the trees back in Canada)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_EUDlJ3I/AAAAAAAACjo/Mxm8Tm9BEl0/s1600-h/posadapirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_EUDlJ3I/AAAAAAAACjo/Mxm8Tm9BEl0/s400/posadapirates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650968752990066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Want to Sing and Dance!&lt;br /&gt;(the pirates put on a great show) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_EAmi7iI/AAAAAAAACjg/A8ZbfPW7lGE/s1600-h/posadapiratecapitan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_EAmi7iI/AAAAAAAACjg/A8ZbfPW7lGE/s400/posadapiratecapitan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650963530935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our Fearless Capitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVAWO_-itYI/AAAAAAAACj4/-fNogVif1gg/s1600-h/posadaseaofdancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SVAWO_-itYI/AAAAAAAACj4/-fNogVif1gg/s400/posadaseaofdancers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282746809853326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Sea of Dancers Kicking it With Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've also got a video to share with you, the punishment of one of the other losers in the competition.  Very traditional indeed (and I'm glad it wasn't me).  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNk4dMvqMFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNk4dMvqMFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's it, a fun time was had by all.  I rolled home around four a.m. and somehow found myself without a hangover on Sunday!!  I had actually planned to write the whole day off, I'm way out of drinking practice, but I made it up and out of bed and got my butt to the beach yesterday.  But that's another post.....ta ta for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=vLIQ22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=vLIQ22" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/cancun-company-christmas-party-classic.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SU-_ER0Sq6I/AAAAAAAACjw/ksnBs65b9uU/s72-c/posadatree.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-4738845223497261356</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T19:52:30.628-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education of max</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snowmageddon</category><title>Snow Day!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been asking Max what comes at Christmas and in typical little boy fashion, he says, "Santa!".  When I ask him what else happens he says, "Snow! And Santa is going to bring me a fire truck."  He makes me laugh whenever he says "snow", kind of an evil laugh really, the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell will freeze over before we live any place snowy kiddo&lt;/span&gt;" kind of laugh.  But I encourage him to want to know about snow, telling him what it's like (without any of my usual swear words) and showing him pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home from a ridiculously long day and he mentioned "snow" again so I googled "Toronto snow" and lo and behold, "&lt;a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/toronto/archive/2008/12/19/221862.aspx"&gt;Snowmageddon&lt;/a&gt;!"  A big snow storm in my old hometown.  Now, adding "-ageddon" to something implies that it's earth shattering, universe exploding kind of news, not just the first snow storm of the year, but the word took off on &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23snowmageddon"&gt;Twitter &lt;/a&gt;and voila, a disaster in the minds of computer junkies everywhere.  I'm not saying it wasn't a bad storm, but sheesh, I remember worse and we survived and there was no Will Smith jumping in the save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the &lt;a href="http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_30254.aspx"&gt;video &lt;/a&gt;of the storm with Max I was having fun finding answers to all his "but why?" questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Why did the car have an accident?". &lt;br /&gt;"Because it was very slippery on the road and he couldn't stop." &lt;br /&gt;"Like at the pool?". &lt;br /&gt;"Yes Max, just like the deck of the pool.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except it's minus a bazillion degrees and when you fall you get wet and cold and the odds are you'll land on a big $%@$#5 chunk of ice and bruise your a$$ for a week&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are they wearing those clothes?" &lt;br /&gt;"Because it's REALLY cold Max." &lt;br /&gt;"Like in the movies?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, just like the over air conditioned movie theaters Max, exactly the same.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except your $%@$# nose could freeze off&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is he putting salt on the road?"&lt;br /&gt;"To make the ice go away and make the roads less slippery."&lt;br /&gt;"Salt is good."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, salt is our friend.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially on the rim of a fishbowl sized Margarita&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm happy to be telling "In my day" snow stories instead of actually living them.  Hopefully one day we can put Max on a plane by himself and send him to my parents house to see winter.  I'll happily stay home and guard the house and make sure the beach is alright, I'll save my visits to Canada for the good ole summer time thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending warm thoughts and virtual sunshine to all of you stuck in the snow and slush, may you find a fireplace, a hot toddy and someone to snuggle with tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=PRgtig"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=PRgtig" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/snow-day.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-2386121141301240570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-16T15:49:32.651-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myths</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education of max</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alux</category><title>More Monsters Under the Bed- Aluxes Version</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For months now we've been fighting the monsters under Max's bed.  I thought we had it licked after &lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/06/de-monsterizing.html"&gt;De-Monsterizing&lt;/a&gt;, but the big bad uglies have reared their nasty heads and are putting a damper on our nights (and mornings and afternoons now).  Max is convinced that there are not only monsters in his room, but the monsters have started to appear in our bathrooms and most recently at his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he was VERY insistent that he had seen the monster outside his classroom.  So insistent that he told the same story over and over, exactly the same details every time.  I got called in to the school to discuss the story, as unfortunately his monster is naked and he thought he would describe him in great anatomical detail to the whole class of three year olds.  I can't even tell you how many times I had to stop myself from laughing as he described "and his penis was hanging out as he ran around and I saw his bum with no clothes on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as Max was walking into our bathroom and talking a mile a minute, he stopped dead in his tracks and went silent.  He backed slowly out of the bathroom and whispered to me "The kid monster is in there, shhhh."  Gave me the willies to be honest, it was truly like he had seen something, broad daylight or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is where I start to get weirded out.  In the past, he's only told us of a generic monster, no description other than "He's going to get me".  Recently the description has become quite detailed, and always the same.  "He's really tiny, like a kid, with no clothes on, he's blue and he's scary and he's going to eat my friends and get me in trouble".  I asked Max how he walked and he immediately hunched his shoulders over like a little old man and started walking slowly with his hands reaching out, on his tippy toes but with his knees bent.  As soon as he did that, my mind flipped to "&lt;a href="http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2007/11/mythological-moment-aluxes.html"&gt;ALUX&lt;/a&gt;!".  He's seeing an &lt;a href="http://www.palancasa.com/aluxes.htm"&gt;alux&lt;/a&gt;, the mischievous little mythological creature of the Yucatan peninsula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you all say "You're nuts!", I'll say it first.  Ok, maybe not nuts, just open minded and willing to look to the supernatural, especially in this land so full of history and legends.  Legends have to come from somewhere, right?  Why couldn't he be seeing an alux? It's as good an explanation as any and far more fun than "repressed fear of abandonment, blah blah blah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do?  For starters, we've begun empowering Max over the monsters, encouraging him to address them (in a friendly way), introduce himself and ask their name, ask what they want and then tell them that this is our house and ask if they could kindly find someone else to scare.  This is in addition to explaining to him that they are in his imagination and that he has control over what is happening in his mind.  My parents are coming to visit in January and we plan on redecorating his room, making it warmer and more inviting (to humans, not monsters).  Once we've redecorated, LisaLoveLoca has offered to do a cleansing of the room, in full shaman form to eliminate any residual bad energy.  We're arming him with a flash light and a spray bottle full of "Monster Repellant" that he can spray at will (empty spray bottle, you know, imaginary spray for imaginary creatures).  But mostly we are offering comforting arms, warm hugs and big kisses to soothe his scared little heart.  I hate to see him so terrified, it's full on panic sometimes, it's enough to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be putting out some offerings to the alux too, mischievous little buggers like treats and I might as well appease them.  Heck, we're going to put out milk and cookies for Santa, some hay for the Three Kings, why not some sopes and tequila for the alux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For now, I have accepted that Max will sleep with me for a while, we cannot bear to see him suffering such horrible night terrors.  We're hoping it's a phase that will pass and that with all the work we are putting into it, it will pass sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Mr. Alux, leave my baby alone ok?  He really doesn't need your help in causing trouble, I think he's one of your kind already.  Adios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=IrtK0x"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=IrtK0x" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/more-monsters-under-bed-aluxes-version.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-6333533192046184909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T12:12:02.105-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">max pics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">posada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><title>Posada Season</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;One of my favourite things about living in Mexico is the posada season.  It's much like Christmas/Holiday party season, with a few uniquely Mexican rituals thrown into the mix.  For office posadas, of course there is the typical "drink til you say too much to the boss" aspect, but add into it the &lt;a href="http://www.experience-san-miguel-de-allende.com/ponche.html"&gt;ponche &lt;/a&gt;(Christmas drink of Mexico, plays the same role as egg nog in other countries), the piñata and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/dpalfrey/dpposadawords.html"&gt;"pidiendo posada" song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and it's a different matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our first posada of the year, this one without any fun alcohol as it was for Max's school, but I'm telling you, a little rum in the punch would have gone a long way.  We arrived at the "jardin de fiesta" ("party garden") around 4 o'clock and set Max free with his friends to play in the bouncy house, the climbing equipment, the soccer field, the basketball court and to just enjoy the general chaos that forty kids under 5 can create.  We set about chatting with the other parents, soothing the owies that happen with the inevitable collisions and waiting for the big show.  I do love Max's school in this respect, they always have the kids singing and dancing to real choreography, costumes and the whole shebang.  It's like bonus education in the entertainment industry.  Max's class did two songs, "Navidad Rock" and "Feliz Navidad", rocking it out in grand three year old style.  I took some video, but won't be posting it as Max decided to take a nose picking break in the middle of one of the songs which really ruined the beauty of the moment.  Well, not ruined for me, I thought it was hysterical, but I'm guessing no one else really wants to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the big show, the winners of the piñata contest were announced and the kids commenced with whacking the crap (candy) out of the best ones.  Once all the candy was collected and the tears dried of the kids who weren't aggressive enough to collect fistfuls of sugar, it was time for Santa Claus.  Of course, time for more tears for the little ones who were completely terrified of the white bearded guy.  Max has no such hangups and loudly announced to Santa (and everyone else) that he was "un niño bueno" (a good boy) and that Santa was going to bring him "un camion de bombero" (fire truck).  Gifts and commercialism out of the way, candles were distributed and we were split into two groups for the "pidiendo posada" portion of the event.  Basically it's a recreation of Mary and Joseph asking for shelter with baby Jesus, the "no room at the Inn" thing.  As is the custom, half the party goers were sent outside and half stayed inside, all holding candles and the lyrics sheet.  This is one of those songs that is familiar to everyone, though no one can ever remember the words (or sing it very well, it's a tough song!)  Once the "peregrinos" ("pilgrims or travelers") were welcomed in again, we set about eating a fine (though child like) dinner of spaghetti, hot dogs and tamales.  The kids were still running wild, now pumped full of sugar and treats, tired and hyper and certainly not willing to leave.  Of course the parents were more than ready to go so the exodus of screaming, crying, sticky faced kids began and the night was sadly (blessedly) over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's a couple of pics from the grand event....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaYklInPDI/AAAAAAAACjY/3MvxpXZzp8s/s1600-h/posadamaxysusamigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaYklInPDI/AAAAAAAACjY/3MvxpXZzp8s/s400/posadamaxysusamigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075367349435442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and His Best Buddies and His Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9Pf3guI/AAAAAAAACiw/vDqL9iFO2cY/s1600-h/posadamaxkarime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9Pf3guI/AAAAAAAACiw/vDqL9iFO2cY/s400/posadamaxkarime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280073592014865122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and His Novia (girlfriend) Karyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaYkSTugBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/u1LxS0X6UaM/s1600-h/posadaperformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaYkSTugBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/u1LxS0X6UaM/s400/posadaperformers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075362295775250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Performers Ready to Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW8_6HSVI/AAAAAAAACio/QuVlmwSV-7w/s1600-h/posadapi%C3%B1atawinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW8_6HSVI/AAAAAAAACio/QuVlmwSV-7w/s400/posadapi%C3%B1atawinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280073587829983570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Winner of the Piñata Contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9lRvHDI/AAAAAAAACjI/xL6NiFSx2NQ/s1600-h/posadamaxpinata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9lRvHDI/AAAAAAAACjI/xL6NiFSx2NQ/s400/posadamaxpinata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280073597861174322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max at the Bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9cgRuMI/AAAAAAAACjA/Xmj77zLy9Xw/s1600-h/posadamaxsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaW9cgRuMI/AAAAAAAACjA/Xmj77zLy9Xw/s400/posadamaxsanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280073595506243778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I've been a good boy Santa, now where's the goods?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, one down, several more to go.  Tomorrow is the posada for Hubby's office, spouses not invited, booo.  Saturday is the night of the big event for my work, it's ALWAYS a good time and I have no doubt that this year will be no different, we're off on a pirate booze cruise.  I'm sure there will be a few more impromptu posadas, we seem to always get invited to some in the neighbourhood.  Here's hoping that your holiday parties are full of laughs, good food and egg nog.  Don't drink and drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=vuqk4C"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=vuqk4C" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/posada-season.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/SUaYklInPDI/AAAAAAAACjY/3MvxpXZzp8s/s72-c/posadamaxysusamigos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-165660059381141029</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T11:50:16.685-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in mexico</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poop</category><title>What Happens When You Ask for Blog Advice?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You end up writing about poop.  At least if you ask for blog advice from &lt;a href="http://lisaloveloca.multiply.com/"&gt;LisaLoveLoca&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sitting at my computer right now with TOO many blog posts in my head and nothing written.  I've got ideas aplenty and zero focus.  So, I ask LLL, "What would LLL do?".  And she said "poop".  And since I am feeling frivolous and silly, poop it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I say about poop?  Well, number one (er, number two?) we all do it.  We might do it a little differently and more frequently in Mexico though, especially if we haven't been taking our acidophilous.  Ahem.  (Yeah, I knew this would get messy).  The softness of toilet paper was never much of an issue back in Canada, but here I find myself squeezing the Charmin, the derriere must be treated with kid gloves in the land of hot salsa.  I think I've come to the point where I can identify the bacteria or virus or parasite by the characteristics of the poop, and I can self-medicate accordingly, may the goddess bless the pharmacy system in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a kid has changed my attitude about poop too.  I am no longer repulsed by the idea of being near someone else's poop.  I recall several fantastic baby poops that I wish I had pictures of, the colours were outstanding.  Several times since having a child, I've actually had my hands full of someone else's poop and I didn't even throw up!  I know that Max was testing me, pushing me for a reaction when he pooped in my hand, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, sorry buddy, no gagging from mommy today no matter how funny you think it is!  I will admit that I am very pleased to not be dealing with poopy diapers any more, now it's just bum wiping or skid mark cleaning, my child poop contact has diminished immensely.  Max will occasionally call for me to check out an incredible poop but who hasn't wanted to show off a particularly impressive movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my poop and kid poop, we've got lots of other poop in the house.  Lizard poop is pervasive, looks like little raisins and can be found just about everywhere.  Cat poop, oooof, got that too.  With two regular cats and one guest cat, the litter box is a constant source of joy for me (NOT).  I'm trying to keep guest kitty out of the house right now, for a little lady her poop packs a powerful punch (man I love me some alliteration!).  Dog poop can be found in our garden, as well as larger lizard poop, perhaps the poop of an iguana.  This morning I found poop on my car, I'm convinced it's bat poop, it's a different colour and consistency than most bird poop and I know the bats swoop around out there at night.  I guess I need a poop CSI to come in and run it through the mass spectrometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, the post you get when you ask LisaLoveLoca for blog advice and stimulation.  Poop, poop and poop.  I guess you could say I am just a little full of shit today, but let me remind you, it was my shithead friend that started me on this movement.  I guess LLL is working as my bloggy Ex-Lax today.  At least she got the juices flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***all apologies to anyone who was offended by the nature of this post.  I place all responsibility directly on LLL and will direct any complaints to her, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=phK2V8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=phK2V8" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/what-happens-when-you-ask-for-blog.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-5884318597412829189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 17:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T12:33:28.381-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">max pics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cancun beach pics</category><title>A Visit from a Long Lost Cousin</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to reality today after a whirlwind of a weekend with my visiting cousin.  Not only was it his first time in Cancun, but it was his first time meeting Max and Hubby and the first time we've seen each other in over 13 years!  This is the cousin that I was closest to while growing up and yet in our adulthood we'd drifted apart.  Actually, the whole family has drifted apart much to our dismay.  We used to spend lots of time together, many family events with the whole clan, cousins, uncles, aunts and more and yet since Grandma died we haven't seen each other.  I guess she was the glue holding it all together.  I think it's time for someone to pick up where she left off., I'm thinking family reunion in Cancun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to be able to reminisce about things I have not thought about in 20 years or more.  He reminded me of stupid things I did as a kid and I reminded him of the stupid things he's always done (haha).  We talked about Grandma's recipes for poppy seed bread and tea rings.  We talked about family "scandals" and shocking information about family members that only ever made it down to the cousins after the scandalous family member had died.  We mostly talked about how great both of our sets of parents are.  I love his mom and dad (my aunt and uncle of course), they are amazing people, very funny and warm and adventurous.  Heck, his dad is 76 and still roller-blades, rides a motorcycle and windsurfs on the Detroit River!  His mom is Jamaican and has a fabulous accent, I tried out my best impersonation of her when she is angry, the memory of her voice is reverberating through my mind today.  Cousin said he has modeled a lot of his life after my dad, I didn't realize how much of an impact he had had on him.  I was reminded that my parents were the "cool" parents, taking in any of the cousins that had been kicked out of their houses for varying reasons, living with us on the farm to "keep them out of trouble".  Oh sure, like there wasn't trouble to be found out there anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin's trip was short and sweet, he returns to Puebla today to continue his own ex-pat adventures.  I'm trying to convince him to start a blog, the man has some good stories!  Max fell in love with him and I think the feeling was mutual.  Cousin gave Max his first ride on a jet ski, nothing like a little first time adventure to plant lifelong memories in my boy's head!  Cousin needs to come back to Cancun, we didn't get to explore nearly enough and I feel bad that we didn't get him to the ruins because of a nasty Sunday morning hangover.  Sorry cuz!  Next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of photos of our time together in Cancun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kyLSa5FI/AAAAAAAACB8/a7AUkakjrw8/s1600-h/brucevisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kyLSa5FI/AAAAAAAACB8/a7AUkakjrw8/s400/brucevisit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277485151534376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Big Tall Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1ky7uxmSI/AAAAAAAACCE/BHL9a-hgYVE/s1600-h/brucevisitmaxjetski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1ky7uxmSI/AAAAAAAACCE/BHL9a-hgYVE/s400/brucevisitmaxjetski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277485164538206498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Max's First Jet Ski Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kzQ3fbgI/AAAAAAAACCM/BZK8w0naK0U/s1600-h/brucehubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kzQ3fbgI/AAAAAAAACCM/BZK8w0naK0U/s400/brucehubby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277485170211909122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hubby and Cousin Post-Jet Ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1mxUw1PtI/AAAAAAAACCc/WWiHeg8yyaE/s1600-h/brucemax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1mxUw1PtI/AAAAAAAACCc/WWiHeg8yyaE/s400/brucemax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277487335921237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cousin and Max Getting Along Famously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kz2w3-aI/AAAAAAAACCU/ynfxHUv3pRM/s1600-h/brucevisitcancunsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kz2w3-aI/AAAAAAAACCU/ynfxHUv3pRM/s400/brucevisitcancunsunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277485180384704930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunset on the Beach Behind Ambiance Villas&lt;br /&gt;(best beach in Cancun right now, bar none!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so happy we got to visit and play and hang out.  Thanks so much cuz, please come again soon and get that blog going, will ya?  Don't make me use your momma's voice.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=a1rYwl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=a1rYwl" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/visit-from-long-lost-cousin.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/ST1kyLSa5FI/AAAAAAAACB8/a7AUkakjrw8/s72-c/brucevisit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-3132106549995774897</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T23:23:21.590-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vultures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">possum</category><title>Vultures in Cancun</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, not the aggressive sales person kind of vulture, the real live big big bird vultures.  Big birds eating dead stuff in my neighbourhood!  Max and I sat and watched them for quite some time this afternoon.  They really didn't want to come down for their dinner after we arrived, they circled and sat on the roof watching us, definitely wary of our company.  We moved to a spot where they couldn't see us and they started circling, just like in the cartoons.  They would get closer and closer and then fly out again when a car came by.  Tough to get a good photo of them.  My zoom stinks, so the pics aren't that great, but I was so amazed to see these creatures in the middle of downtown, urban Cancun.  I think I said "So cool!" to Max a hundred times.  If it wasn't for the stink of the dead possum, we might have stayed a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish word for vulture:  buitre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4DAC9DoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/wR5zE6TIZU0/s1600-h/turkeybuzzard4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4DAC9DoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/wR5zE6TIZU0/s400/turkeybuzzard4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169325156044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4C7QB1nI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9ZoKkKtfDgY/s1600-h/turkeybuzzard3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4C7QB1nI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9ZoKkKtfDgY/s400/turkeybuzzard3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169323868706418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4Ckyt36I/AAAAAAAAB_g/mBfdFTps4TU/s1600-h/turkeybuzzard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4Ckyt36I/AAAAAAAAB_g/mBfdFTps4TU/s400/turkeybuzzard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169317840183202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4CJZaYbI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uNZ6tsD9qic/s1600-h/turkeybuzzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4CJZaYbI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/uNZ6tsD9qic/s400/turkeybuzzard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276169310486290866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=mhQRpM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=mhQRpM" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/vultures-in-cancun.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STi4DAC9DoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/wR5zE6TIZU0/s72-c/turkeybuzzard4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-3435977162961880202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T12:29:51.447-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vulcanizadora</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">playa del carmen photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">playa del carmen</category><title>Playa del Carmen Photos</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so behind with some of my posts, this was meant to go up last week!  We took a spur of the moment trip to Playa del Carmen last Sunday to enjoy the beach and a little bit of window shopping on Fifth Avenue.  We didn't last long on the beach, it was a bit chilly and the wind was whipping sand in our eyes so we wimped out and went for a walk instead of a swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have never had the pleasure, Playa del Carmen (affectionately known simply as "Playa") is a popular tourist town about 45 minutes south of Cancun.  The community is growing fast, it's changed a lot even in the five years that I have been living in the area.  Many new hotels, restaurants and condo developments, it's a regular boom town.  Fifth Avenue is the main strip in town, chock full of restaurants, bars and of course, souvenir vendors.  It's a beautiful street really, even if you haven't got two pesos to shop with it's fun to walk around, people watch and laugh at some of the super tacky merchandise.  The beaches in Playa really seem to vary, the erosion has gotten the best of them and they are in need of replenishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this story is best told with photos, so here you go, a peek at Playa del Carmen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaF2XbebI/AAAAAAAAB-A/u1TI5nligRg/s1600-h/playadelcarmenbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaF2XbebI/AAAAAAAAB-A/u1TI5nligRg/s400/playadelcarmenbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995651259988402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beach South of Shangri La Hotel&lt;br /&gt;(notice how few people are out in that weather?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbD3NScUI/AAAAAAAAB_I/khJMtSsrHHw/s1600-h/playadelcarmenvendors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbD3NScUI/AAAAAAAAB_I/khJMtSsrHHw/s400/playadelcarmenvendors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996716637778242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Typical Vendor with all the Tchotchkes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDzwo6OI/AAAAAAAAB_A/83cli3nfQ1E/s1600-h/playadelcarmenvendor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDzwo6OI/AAAAAAAAB_A/83cli3nfQ1E/s400/playadelcarmenvendor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996715712309474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brightly Coloured Crap, I Mean, Merchandise&lt;br /&gt;(I shouldn't be crude, a lot of the stuff is lovely&lt;br /&gt;but most of it is crap, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGgXm_5I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/nda5vkq2YyY/s1600-h/playadelcarmennovios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGgXm_5I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/nda5vkq2YyY/s400/playadelcarmennovios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995662535032722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los Novios&lt;br /&gt;(I love this store, it has some beautiful Day of the Dead art)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGV4RYeI/AAAAAAAAB-I/_DCaaVsu1v0/s1600-h/playadelcarmenfifthavenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGV4RYeI/AAAAAAAAB-I/_DCaaVsu1v0/s400/playadelcarmenfifthavenue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995659719238114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh So Safe on Fifth&lt;br /&gt;(Police get fun toys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGw_Yb7I/AAAAAAAAB-g/7hdfbTRwWAY/s1600-h/playadelcarmenpolicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGw_Yb7I/AAAAAAAAB-g/7hdfbTRwWAY/s400/playadelcarmenpolicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995666996817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See?  Fun Toys for the Police&lt;br /&gt;(Santa, please send me a clown car police vehicle for Xmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGgvAlRI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/PetPAlZgsOY/s1600-h/playadelcarmenfruitcarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaGgvAlRI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/PetPAlZgsOY/s400/playadelcarmenfruitcarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995662633178386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Fruit Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDZvMxdI/AAAAAAAAB-o/yb4e601K0FY/s1600-h/playadelcarmenrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDZvMxdI/AAAAAAAAB-o/yb4e601K0FY/s400/playadelcarmenrainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996708726949330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awww, Rainbow on the Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgfDfKWGrI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/-4FDMdbaj54/s1600-h/playadelcarmenvulcanizador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgfDfKWGrI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/-4FDMdbaj54/s400/playadelcarmenvulcanizador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276001108229495474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our Last Stop, the Vulcanizadora&lt;br /&gt;Something every tourist should hope to miss&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, he was reading a girly magazine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDuPOS2I/AAAAAAAAB-4/FvZEzwTLIJg/s1600-h/playadelcarmentireproblem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDuPOS2I/AAAAAAAAB-4/FvZEzwTLIJg/s400/playadelcarmentireproblem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996714229975906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Reason for the Vulcanizadora&lt;br /&gt;(I just want to say "vulcanizadora" a hundred times,&lt;br /&gt;love that word!  Obviously it means "tire fixin' guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDu1LpEI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Vc5dCo3qPOM/s1600-h/playadelcarmensouvenir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgbDu1LpEI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Vc5dCo3qPOM/s400/playadelcarmensouvenir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275996714389185602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our Playa del Carmen Souvenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And there you have it, a glimpse of a lovely Mexican Caribbean tourist town.  My only regret is not planning the trip ahead, we may have been able to meet up with the Playa bloggers, sorry M&lt;a href="http://heatherinparadise.com/"&gt;iss Heather&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.buyplaya.com/blogs/rob_kinnon/default.aspx"&gt;Miss Michele&lt;/a&gt;!  We'll call ahead next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=CnyZWO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=CnyZWO" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/playa-del-carmen-photos.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STgaF2XbebI/AAAAAAAAB-A/u1TI5nligRg/s72-c/playadelcarmenbeach.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-2866034679924032503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T17:43:12.670-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swimming lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">max video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education of max</category><title>My Little Dolphin</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Max's swimming lessons are coming along very well, I am so proud of my fishy!  He loves to go to "swimmin' school", in fact he asks to go everyday.  He gets through the class with a big smile on his face and lots of laughs.  He's learning fast, and even when something is "scawy", he does it without complaint.  The teachers are fantastic, they really push the kids and don't let them get away with anything!  They have fun but they work hard too, Max is exhausted by the end of class.  I think we'll stick with this for a while, he loves it, it's good for him and living where we do he really needs to be an expert in the water.  Aside from what he's getting out of it, I'm learning too.  Sitting on the sidelines with the other parents gives me an opportunity to make new mommy friends and practice my Spanish, everyone wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quickie video, a little from his first class and a little from his sixth class (last night).  I was blown away by his trip to the bottom of the pool and his swimming on his own, this from a kid who wouldn't put his ears under water only three weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8ariEOl_qI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8ariEOl_qI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=8eDdNp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=8eDdNp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/my-little-dolphin.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-4496328540272555640</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T12:38:37.275-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">akumal beach pics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">akumal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in cancun</category><title>Weekend in Akumal</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our weekend didn't go exactly as planned, due to circumstances beyond our control our original plan of escape was scrapped and we ended up in Akumal.  Yeah, I know, poor us, how tragic that we had to get a hotel on the beach and spend our time frolicking in the sun.  It was just a quick getaway, we arrived in Akumal at almost 5 o'clock on Saturday and left around 3 on Sunday, but it was a nice little refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Akumal is a sleepy little village that lies south of Playa del Carmen and north of Tulum.  It's a GREAT spot for snorkeling or kayaking, Half Moon Bay is chock full of coral and sea life.  There aren't many hotels, but there are many condos and privately owned villas available for rent.  We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.akumalinfo.com/"&gt;Vista del Mar Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, I thought it was pretty expensive for what we got, but for one night it was alright.  We had a standard room and it was about 900 pesos for the night (QRoo discount included).  Tiny room but clean and right on the beach, we slept with the sound of the crashing waves.  There is a restaurant/bar right next door called "&lt;a href="http://www.akumalinfo.com/restaurant.htm"&gt;La Buena Vida&lt;/a&gt;" which has a lovely location right on the beach and decent food (at tourist prices).  I think if we had managed to stay up later than 8:30 on Saturday night, we might have seen some good fun at the bar but alas we were tired little travelers and we were zonked out super early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of the weekend was sitting on the balcony with Max watching the stars and listening to the waves.  The sky was so incredibly clear, stars were bursting out all over, I felt like I might actually have been able to touch one.  Max and I talked about nature and the world and how amazing it all is.  I had him close his eyes and listen to the surf and be very, very quiet, letting the sounds wash over us.  I asked Max what he could hear and he very softly said "I can hear the fishies whispering, shhhhhhh, good night fishies".  Now THAT made my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQqEIShH4I/AAAAAAAAB94/nvAb_TSNy6g/s1600-h/akumalsunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQqEIShH4I/AAAAAAAAB94/nvAb_TSNy6g/s400/akumalsunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274887313990688642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunrise over Half Moon Bay, Akumal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpC-q2iMI/AAAAAAAAB9g/JJcHvXZvyak/s1600-h/akumalcrowsnest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpC-q2iMI/AAAAAAAAB9g/JJcHvXZvyak/s400/akumalcrowsnest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886194716903618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Crow's Nest at La Buena Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(scarier than it looks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpD7N9uHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/w4_pc-Br7uM/s1600-h/akumalhalfmoonbay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpD7N9uHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/w4_pc-Br7uM/s400/akumalhalfmoonbay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886210970302578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Half Moon Bay looking north from the crow's nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpDa2HbSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/mxX3mH6Vvm8/s1600-h/akumalhalfmoonbay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpDa2HbSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/mxX3mH6Vvm8/s400/akumalhalfmoonbay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886202280340770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Half Moon Bay from the crow's nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpCEtc0_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/lgf-68Ia73A/s1600-h/akumalbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpCEtc0_I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/lgf-68Ia73A/s400/akumalbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886179158545394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our beautiful stretch of beach in Akumal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpCqTmtKI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/zm4sVoU4fX4/s1600-h/akumalbeachmassage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQpCqTmtKI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/zm4sVoU4fX4/s400/akumalbeachmassage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886189250688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We really enjoyed the beach massages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(would this be considered child slavery?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And there you have it, a quick little escape from the big city.  I think Akumal is a great destination, not a whole lot to do except relax and embrace all that nature has to offer and enjoy the company of loved ones.  My kind of weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?a=pyAe4Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/ACanuckInCancun?i=pyAe4Q" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.cancuncanuck.com/2008/12/weekend-in-akumal.html</link><author>cancuncanuck@hotmail.com (CancunCanuck)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STQqEIShH4I/AAAAAAAAB94/nvAb_TSNy6g/s72-c/akumalsunrise.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2854196866242970797.post-8453998314268406443</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T12:04:03.171-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mystery photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">playa del carmen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">palm trees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beach erosion</category><title>What's This?  The results....</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I posted this photo and asked you lovely readers to identify it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STAtJGWbHYI/AAAAAAAAB78/XLBQ4ILMdfA/s1600-h/mysteryshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTGsMPjXsnk/STAtJGWbHYI/AAAAAAAAB78/XLBQ4ILMdfA/s400/mysteryshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273764797997587842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The answers included "roots of some kind, extreme close-up of my pubic hair, George Clinton's hair, a broom, internet cables, mangrove and palm tree roots".  The winner is "&lt;a href="http://myguey.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Guey&lt;/a&gt;" with her answer of palm tree roots!  My dear, you have won my respect, my un-dying devotion and 10 points, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that these trees that can reach such heights are supported by such measly little root systems.  I'm saddened to see how the erosion of the beach is affecting Playa del Carmen, this poor little tree might not last if the erosion continues to get worse.  I hope the beach recovery program gets going in time to rescue not only the tree, but the cabana beside it, any more beach loss and that cabana is going to be in big trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some longer shots of the same palm, you can see how almost all the roots are bare.  Notice the red "DANGER" tape on the cabana?  Normally I would think "crime scene", but the only crime here is the terrible toll nature has taken on this little piece of paradise.&lt;br /&