A wonderful holiday over for another oooh…4 months until we go to Dubai! This was a fabulous holiday, in fact one of the best we have had. We were able to go away not having to worry about whether our jobs will still be there when we get back, whether my parents illnesses will be OK for 2 weeks and not suddenly get worse, whether the cats will survive the ordeal of us leaving them (obviously they are distraught) and whether our fish will cope with no human company. Alright so that is taking it too far, but you know what I mean. We had no real worries so could totally relax.
We arrived in Mexico to a really amazing 5 star hotel, complete luxury with the sound of silence from no screaming children; I was totally sold just walking into reception. Starting with our room it was a massive practically double king size bed that was so high I needed a ladder to get onto it and it was a 4 poster with beautiful netting, it was so pretty. Something quite special about 4 posters I find, not sure if it has anything to do with reminiscing about our engagement party and the hotel we stayed in that evening, but it was fab! Next to the bed was a massive Jacuzzi with a fridge full of alcohol. Perfect. Then we found out that the food was amazing posh nosh and as I was eating for three at least a month before we went on holiday it was quite satisfying to find a load of rather well fed fellows from across the pond also doing the same, so I didn’t feel out of place. Then I found out that they had a chocolate fountain in one of the restaurants for breakfast, so that was me sorted for the rest of the holiday! Quite disgusting, but I didn’t care.
It was so great to go away and just be with my husband. I know I see him all the time but we don’t spend enough quality time together and it makes me appreciate everything I really love him for that I often take for granted. The one thing that does drive me mad though are couples that go on holiday and are desperate to meet and become friends with anyone to the detriment of each other. Just watching them seek out poor un-expecting people to pounce on and spark conversation in the hope it is reciprocated. Naturally I wouldn’t be impolite…. and I did talk to the muppets that tried to latch onto us, but made it pretty clear I wanted them to f*ck off when the conversation was over. My holiday is my time with my husband, not with Waynes and Waynettas I will never see or speak to again. The thing that made me laugh most was when the desperate leachy couple were approached by another couple who were clearly far too intelligent and out of their league, but they didn’t know so started to ask them what sights they are seeing and whether they have been on any cultural trips or anything yet and the dimbo leaches turned around and said “well we’re going on a pub crawl on Wednesday night and then to Coco Bongos (a nightclub in Cancun) to get w*nkered.” I bowed my head in shame at the dimbo couple being British but it was absolutely hilarious. That stopped the conversation pretty swiftly as the other couple couldn’t swim off quick enough!
I had a little incident where I managed to get some dodgy bloke to give me a half naked massage while my husband went off to sort out our adventure trip to the jungle! I have no idea really what happened (it wasn’t my fault), I was quite happily lying on the bed in a beach hut thingy deeply into reading about a murder or something, when a guy came over, mumbled incoherently about the spa I think and the next thing I know he unclipped my top (clearly had a lot of practice!) and I was put into massage paralysis. No idea what happened, but I did think my God if my husband comes back now this is going to look really bad. Carried on anyway, then he put my bra back on and disappeared… weird. Still, I put it down to a Mexican experience.
I think my body is still detoxing from all the food and alcohol. I was fairly sensible to start with in keeping my diet relatively similar to home to avoid being ill, but my husband doesn’t listen to such advice so waded in there with ridiculous amounts of rich, spicy and acidic food and then complained of stomach ache for 3 days. Didn’t stop him drinking numerous cocktails throughout the entire day though. I must admit I did drink my own body weight in Baileys which might explain the load of weight I have put on. Nothing like being drunk by 9.30am in the pool. The best bit of this was when me and hubby were pissing about in the pool as normal whilst drinking a cocktail, I pulled his shorts down so he chased after me out of the pool then slipped, nose dived to the floor, spilt his drink, grazed his knees, hurt his hand and massively bruised his ego. Needless to say it absolutely made my day, so funny! He is still nursing his wounds.
As I was so nice to him during the whole holiday and he got more than enough of his share (so to speak!), I did manage to get him to willingly go to the best jewellers I have ever seen in my life. It is woman heaven, you have to have a security pass and member of staff with you at all times to go into this place. It is black marble everything, 3 floors, crystal chandeliers and you walk around like royalty with your glass of champagne and chaperone. The diamonds in there were stunning, it puts UK jewellers to shame that’s for sure. We weren’t expecting to see anything I liked being so fussy, but he had promised that this summer he would upgrade my engagement and wedding ring as we were poor Uni students when I got mine and 9 years later I damn well deserve some more!
Anyway looking around this jewellers I tried on the most stunning rings I have ever seen, my favourite (though far from the most expensive) was a mere USD 26k. Little out of our price range even after strong negotiation so I am saving this one for the next upgrade. I tried on about a 100 more and 3 hours later had seen one I loved. It was very expensive at half the price of my favourite one which again was a little out of the price range for what we thought would just be a day out to a mall and a Starbucks so weren’t prepared, but with a lot of negotiation, fluttering of eye lashes and it being tax free I got my 2 carats! It is such a beautiful ring, I love it. So much so I got my husband to go back a few days later and get me another one as the wedding ring – well we had to, you can’t get the same quality of diamond and white gold in this country with our tax and mark up...Well that was my excuse anyway, luckily he agreed and I walked away with diamond certificate in hand and a very happy lady! I am very lucky to have such a nice man be so tolerant of me. But like I said, I do deserve it…!
With all the excitement from the holiday what with food, drink, bed, Jacuzzi, swinging (not in the throw your keys in a circle way), gambling, diamond, cave swimming, zip lining and abseiling, it was time to go home. I was really gutted as I can’t express how much of a great holiday it was and how much we laughed. But all good things have to end, so here we are. It was quite nice to find an envelope hidden under a load of junk mail informing me of a large inheritance my parents have given me. I can’t touch it and I can’t spend it because it’s tied up, but bonus, I like that kind of mail!! Actually, I quite like being home, I missed everyone.
