A few months ago, we had no plans for Winter (aka Spring) Break. I had suggested to Annette (who is the one who manages the finances in our household, and for good reason) that maybe it’d be nice to at least get out of town for a long weekend to someplace warmer. Wisely, Annette pointed out that we just bought a new house and we are going on a big trip to Europe this summer, so no, we don’t have the money. Okay, fine.
Then we got a check from the IRS for $2500 because (we think) it turns out we were eligible for COVID relief money from the feds we never claimed. Thanks, Biden. “C’mon, found money!” I said and Annette could not disagree.
We considered a couple options, but we landed on Cancún for two reasons. First, we’ve talked for years about checking out an “all-inclusive” resort option. We’ve been on four cruises now, and I for one am undecided about them: there’s stuff I like, there’s stuff I don’t like. But we talked about how an all-inclusive resort might be interesting to try because we imagined it to be like a cruise that didn’t go anywhere. Second, while Annette visited Cancún a couple of times in the late 80s and early 90s, I’ve never been anywhere in Mexico, so what the heck?
Would I do it again? Well, like cruises, there are good things and not good things, so I don’t know.