Author: Kevin Whelan
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Travel experiences are what bring families together. No mid-day grocery store parade can compare to a week of rock climbing, map searching, and a much needed escape from the boss. With our economies struggle, the common vacation is slowly depleting. Family time is becoming more valuable and is not taken for granted. That is why sharing my family vacation story might encourage the Parents of America to save up and have an enjoyable weekend with their children and family.
It was around May of 2006, when my parents decided to take my Brother and I to Cancun, Mexico! I was 15 years old, and knew my fun there was going to be limited, but I was determined to make the best of this amazing trip. I was born in Argentina and felt perfectly comfortable with all of the Spanish speaking. As we got through customs, I remember my father saying, "Stay close". In 50 feet, the quiet customs exit hall became a circus of taxi drivers and theatre recorded, "early release" DVD salesmen.
We board the biggest bus there, not to mention it was probably only about the size of a decent mini-van. The drive to our resort was short and we arrived at the most beautiful, almost unreal hotel. Our bedroom was bigger then our house and had a full kitchen. My room faced the ocean, and the cool salty breeze kept the room at a perfect temperature. In the 5 days we were there, we accomplished a lot. On the itinerary, Para-sailing, cliff-jumping, smoothie devouring, and credit card maxing out fun.
The resort was named "ME Cancun". It's never-ending pool and luxurious service was mind blowing. We visited the breath-taking Tenochtitlan ruins which spark an interest in ancient astronomy for myself. We had some fun in “Xel-Ha”, a natural water park. Although riding the dolphins was not on the agenda, the “Cliff of Courage” and the “Floating Bridge” were equally as entertaining along with even more activities and attractions. Most important, this entire jubilee was spent with my family.
What goes up must go down unfortunately. The plane-ride to reality made us realize that paradise is nothing more then temporary and a place of extreme beauty, delight, and happiness.
Although returning to my home Las Vegas was substandard, never have I spent so much quality time with my family and actually enjoyed it! It doesn't matter where you go, or how long you stay there for. Making quality time with the ones you love is what knits families even closer, especially in the much needed times.