So I had to overcome that little speed bump and just enjoy the fact that I had made it across the border all in one piece and realize that I was in good company without my stuff. We took a bus through Zihuatanejo to get to the resort town Ixtapa. I had never been to Mexico and didn't realize I would observe the rich culture of the country. It was like photos out of a textbook--the colorful houses and shacks in the sandy hills and mountains along the dirt roads with the clothes hanging on clothes lines.
Once we got to Ixtapa, there was resort after resort--a striking difference from what we had just seen. We arrived at our resort where we were given a warm welcome with drinks and snacks set up. They catered especially to us all week. Everybody scrambled to get to their rooms and see what our new surrounding would be like for the next five days. Julianne and I headed up to our room--not knowing yet that room 908 would go down in history after this trip.
Brooke and I enjoying the balcony view
Brooke was a fellow traveler who got to Mexico with only the clothes on her back, so we sulked in our sadness together and decided to see what the shops had to offer to get us through the next day when hopefully our bags would come! I was surprised to find that everything was very expensive. At first I experienced sticker shock from the conversion of pesos to Mexico. It's about 1 to 12 so it makes everything look real expensive. 1500 pesos is about 125 dollars. The confusion is only furthered because they use dollar signs too! Iy iy iy not okay! Get your own symbol! Anyway, I had no luck finding anything so I resorted to borrowing and Julianne was kind enough to make her wardrobe my own.
After lots of walking and a long day of travelling, our stomachs were growling and craving authentic Mexican cuisine. We got ready for our first night out and went to a restaurant just down the street (we never used a cab once...everything was in walking distance which was another perk!). And this is when the photo marathon began, so brace yourselves:
Del and I sporting the sombreros the waiter supplied us with
Most of the Saturday group looking festive (we were only the first half of the whole clan)
Julianne, Brent, Caro, Brad, and I
This guy followed us around literally the whole time. He only got two drawings out of us. All annoyance aside though, he was a pretty good artist.
This one's for you, Mama G. We all have government together and though we are the chattiest bunch in the class, she somehow still loves us. We promised we'd bring her back a pic of us for her room. And we don't break our promises with Mama G.
The plan for each night was dinner then dancing. Clearly we got a little antsy for dancing before dinner was even over.
Taking a breather at Senor Frogs after breaking a major sweat from dancing.
One of the highlights of my trip was crossing something off my bucket list! Alan, Julianne, Del and I crashed a wedding on the beach! None of the guests even second guessed us when we hit the dance floor.
We broke it down so much on the dance floor that we were desperate for some relaxation, so the party continued in our room. We had a huge massage fest. The last of the group left at 5 in the morning! See, I told you the party really don't ever ixtapa!