Babymoon - Cozumel, Mexico, March 17, 2008

Happy Saint Patrick's Day from the island!  Somehow, the Internet access changed back and we've now got good solid access.  We were awakened again by the early arrival of our coffee and I let him in and this time did stay up.  I wasn't as hung over as I had expected to be, which was quite a relief all things considered.

A decent breakfast and then we were heading to the sales team.  At least we managed to convince them we would not need the full pitch and work-up.  We were even fortunate enough to have the same sales person working up the final deal.  In the end, we did decide to bite the bullet and we're now proud members of the Sol Melia Vacation Club.  I won't mention the price here, but let's just say we figure we have to base it on 10 years of vacations to pay for itself in the long term.  Let's just hope that Haylie likes the beach. ;-)

The reward for signing up was them opening a bottle of champagne.  After making the decision to buy, I made the decision to start drinking.  I swilled a good bit of the bottle while we signed our life away.  It was almost as bad as a home mortgage in that regard.  A LOT of paperwork to fill out.

Colleen's day at the spa was sidetracked.  The appointment we had set up for 11:30 was being moved by them, though we had no message from anyone at our room that they'd tried to reschedule.  So, we decided to move it altogether to tomorrow as noon was a bit later than she wanted to be tied up at the spa.

I changed and headed to park in front of the pool bar.  Sitting on a seat in the pool itself, I continued to swill drinks, moving to beer and then a frozen bit they call a "Dirty Monkey."  I don't know why, I just liked the sound of it and banana liquor is never a bad taste.  We skipped the buffet and opted for the snack bar grill.  I had another drink there and realized that I'd probably crossed the line.  I was starting to feel quite hammered.  Colleen convinced me to go up to the room and pass out.  I did and woke up two hours later feeling really rough.  I am getting too old to be drinking like that.

The hits just kept on coming.  The resort somehow managed to temporarily misplace our laundry and we could not determine why they could not locate it.  Fortunately, Colleen called a number that promised service within 15 minutes or they'd credit a night's stay.  Sure enough, one call to that number and within that 15 minute window, our laundry appeared!  Awesome stuff.

We had booked another dinner at Cafe Paradiso instead of the dinner buffet.  We were somewhat disappointed to discover that the menu was identical to our prior dinner there, but we managed to find something worth eating anyway.  It was still one of the better dinners we've had here.  Of course, I made the poor choice of the mussels, which were distinctly fishier tasting than any I'd eaten at other restaurants or other countries.  I guess I'm not as big a fan as I thought.

In the end, we're back in the room and Colleen is reading while I complete the blog.  At least we're up past 9 PM tonight.

Cheers!