TRAVEL THERE: AN EARLY MORNING REVERIE
Our third day at the Seadust was devoted to enjoying whatever pleasures we could derive from the resort. The food was horrid and while the recent renovation of the property had been adequate, it didn’t give us the appropriate quality to feel as if we were in a luxury resort. So what did we do?
I woke up early, which is SOP in this family. I wasn’t quite up to visiting the gym, so I went out to the balcony with my travel journal and my book. First, I caught up in the journal. Looking over what I wrote, I see little that hints at the parallels I was beginning to draw between the ancient Mayan culture and our modern state of devolving affairs.
After getting the journal up to date, I opened up my book and dove into the story. The narrative was focused on bullfighting at this point. We’d learned who the characters were and why we were there, but the story line seemed overly devoted to the matadors and their bulls. I began to wonder if I should have chosen another book to read, which could have given me more insight into the Mayan culture.
I confess the bullfighting story did not hold my attention very well. I constantly found myself staring off into the beautiful scenery just outside my balcony. In the serenity I went through my prayer list, thinking of those in need, those I love and some friends who were vacationing together in another part of the Caribbean. I’d pick up reading where I had left off, but soon I’d been soaking in the green of the palm trees and the blue of the water.
Mr. Lag Abed
Bill slept very late and after a short visit with me, decided to go back to bed for another nap. I didn’t mind. I returned to the balcony and continued dividing my time between the outstanding view and the book which was slowly turning its focus to the time period I was most interested in.
Michener rarely tells a tale with gripping speed, but instead slowly binds you in his tale like a python, slipping around an intended victim. His reputation gets you within proximity and you snuggle up with the book to see what it is like. You are aware of slowly changing positions, but you wonder why the snake has the reputation it does for devastating its victims. Then all of a sudden it is too late. You’d only been reading the book as a distraction and now you have to finish it to find out what happens to these people, who you now care very much about.
In spite of my interest in the book, my stomach decided it was time to have breakfast. I roused Bill and suggested we use our breakfast time to plan our day. Then we could return to the room to dress appropriately and gather up what we might need.
Breakfast of Victims
The only restaurant opened for breakfast was the buffet, so like the sacrificial victims in Chichen Itza we went where we were forced to go. I hoped over breakfast I’d convince Bill to visit the Mayan museum and archaeological site right next to our hotel, but Bill had put up with all the Mayans he intended to. Today he was going to get his money’s worth out of the resort. Our accommodations might have been comped, but we’d paid the airfare, a small daily fee for tips and for the excursion to Chichen Itza. So far, he felt the account wasn’t quite even and he was going to do something about that.
So after breaking our fast in one of our least favorite places in Cancun, we headed back to our room. Come back next week and see how we spent the day.