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Mexico Vacation Day 5

Thursday was our last full day in Mexico, and we had absolutely nothing planned. We saw a lot of animals out that morning. One of the coatis walked right next to me, and followed us into the hotel lobby.
My foot for reference
Iguanas, my favorite!
 We slept in, had a great breakfast, then headed straight to the pool where we stayed all day. I hadn't gotten a tan at all by then and I didn't want to go back home with nothing, so I decided to go with a lower sunscreen and sit out more. By lunch time, I had a nice tan going and beautiful olive looking skin. I was so happy! By the time we finished eating our lunch, I'd quickly turned into a lobster. A painful lobster. The best part was my butt was sunburnt because I forgot to put sunscreen there. Whoops!

This was the only day I was able to swim up to the pool bar and get a drink, a shirley temple. The bartender again laughed at me. I was able to drink it in the pool and felt like peak spring breaker.

We spent the afternoon completely in the cabanas and I stayed out of the sun because my skin was on fire. Sammy and I went into the ocean and played in the sand for awhile before going to dinner. For our last night we went to the fanciest restaurant on the resort. It was so. Amazing. The lights were dimmed and romantic. There were only two other people in there. The waiters and hostess were beyond polite. The picture doesn't do it justice.

And the food??? Beyond fancy.
When I ordered soup, I was given a bowl with diced carrots and spices in it, but no broth. None. I wondered if this was like my salad with no lettuce. Thankfully it wasn't. She had a tiny tea pot and then poured my broth into the bowl. SO. FANCY! And it was an amazing soup. If anything I've been inspired to make more soup since coming back from Mexico.

My meal was just as fancy. I got the beef something and Sammy ordered salmon. It was some of the best food we've ever had, and we didn't even have to pay for it!



















Sammy and I even ended up sharing a dessert, something we've never done before because we don't like any of the same food. We settled on a raspberry sorbet. Amazing.

After dinner we went back to the beach to take one last walk. There was a little shack next to the pool selling things and I finally found the sugar skull I wanted. I'd looked the whole trip and just hadn't found the right one that spoke to me, but there it was. It's made of shark bone and covered in flowers.
We went to the beach and stood in the sand, the waves lapping against our feet and just talked about how amazing this trip had been, and how we definitely need to come back. I was so happy with my toes sinking into the sand, hugging my best friend. I would have stayed out there all night if the need for aloe didn't overcome me.
 It was so sad that walk back to our room. We'd absolutely loved being in paradise and didn't want to go back home. 

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