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This is the sad, going home day. No matter how good a trip is, the day I go home, I am sad.
I sleep well until 5 am when I wake up not feeling great. I worry about having to travel if I am sick. I fall back to sleep and wake up a couple of hours later, hungry. The only cure for that is to go eat.
It is a little cloudy. The sun wins out later.
For breakfast we forget to take pictures. I had a fried egg, and I have had bacon every single day. The diet starts tomorrow, right? The mangoes have been really good this time.
When we get back to the room I pack quickly and Zung packs slowly. I want to get in more beach time, but he doesn’t want to go out. I go by myself. Ironically, it is the best drink service of the whole trip and I don’t feel like drinking anything.
I walk to the part of the ocean where it is nice to go in. The waves are rough, even though the flag is yellow. I am alone and afraid I would get into trouble if I tried to go in by myself, so I just go in up to my ankles. I’m a real risk taker.
Soon it is time for me to go in and shower and finish packing.
We are ready by noon, which is when we asked the bellboys to come get our luggage. No one shows up. I check to make sure the Do Not Disturb sign is not up. It is not. I call at 12:20 and Roberto tells me I am on the list for a late check-out at 2. I say no, we said noon. Then he sees that it was copied from the original sheet wrong and we are supposed to have someone there at noon. He says someone will be here in eight minutes. Not five and not ten. Eight, which is definitely better than “some” minutes (you have to read the heart attack trip to get the significance of that.
Someone arrives and he takes our bags and we go to lunch.
We enjoy our last lunch.
But I am still sad.
Raul is our waiter.
He’s been a really great waiter.
We have a great last lunch, and I drink some wine.
We both have the shrimp fajitas.
The fries are really good today. The Grand has the best fries. And if you think it’s weird that I eat shrimp fajitas and french fries, then you need to expand your horizons.
We have coconut ice cream for dessert.
We say good-bye to Luis.
We say good-bye to Mariana. She’s always so cheerful, with her big smile and her dimples.
We walk the sad walk to the lobby.We pass the new putting green by the pool.
We get to the lobby and I check us out. Raul comes out to say good-bye. Or maybe it was Fanny. I can’t remember. One of them did.
We sit in the lobby bar and I get a Havana and coke and Zung gets a Margarita.
Cancun Valet arrives, always a little early. It is a quick drive to the airport. We get checked in and through security.
I buy some Mexican vanilla. We decide not to get anything at the Duty Free shop. Next time I will though. Our president just normalized relations with Cuba, so I will be a rum smuggler no more!
We get something to eat at Bubba Gumps. I get clam chowder. That is my comfort food when we are leaving.
I have comfort drink too.
The clam chowder is good. The drink, not so much. It’s too sweet.
We board and are happily surprised to see Dave, our favorite Frontier flight attendant. I give him a big hug and we catch up during the flight back.
It was an awesome trip, despite the cloudy days. It was great to meet Heidi and Ricky. We were treated very well and it was an anniversary to remember.
If you are thinking about going to the Grand for a vacation, DO IT! Just book it. You won’t regret it.
I took a lot of trips this last year and have several I want to blog. It’s been a good travel year for me. I just returned two weeks ago from my 14th trip to the Grand, and that was definitely a memorable trip. In a good way. It is however a few days before Christmas, so I may take a break from blogging over the next couple weeks. Or, I may not!
Have a great and safe holiday season!
And, thanks for reading!