Getting Restless on an All-Inclusive Resort Honeymoon
My all-inclusive resort honeymoon is starting to feel a bit like luxury confinement. Want to leave the resort? It will cost you. The public transportation I typically rely on when traveling is not so easy to find via the resorts of the Mexican Riviera.
Tom and I have never stayed at an all-inclusive for longer than a few days, figuring we’d get restless. Even our Mediterranean cruise enabled us to get off the ship nearly every day, where we could easily get around on our own and call our own shots until getting back onboard each night. Here…I’m starting to feel a bit restless. Zoetry Aqua in Punta Cana, the first all-inclusive stop on our honeymoon, which I will write about in detail later, was perfect for unwinding; the perfect amount of time, the perfect location, the perfect everything for right after a wedding. Now, on my second full day at an all-inclusive honeymoon resort in Mexico, I’m starting to feel a bit restless.
Which makes me feel guilty.
Here I am in what may be the nicest hotel room I am ever going to stay in with its swim-up plunge pool, massive whirlpool tub, outdoor bed on the patio that is draped in gauzy fabric for privacy, and I just want to leave it to go explore what’s lying outside the resort.
I’m trying to remind myself that’s not what this vacation is about. This trip isn’t about exploring, it’s about completely relaxing – I’ve read three novels so far on this vacation, I think I’ve ready maybe two books in the past year that weren’t me getting swept up in the Twilight saga – and it’s about starting my marriage with Tom as stress-free as can happen.
If there’s one thing that I can attest all-inclusives are good for, it’s keeping things stress-free. Oh, but wait, I am a little stressed. I am an hour from Tulum and I’m not going to go. Same with Xcaret – a place I’ve been told time and again is amazing, but it’s not going to happen this trip . Not going to these places inherently stresses me out. Tom assures me we’ll be back to the Mexican Riviera someday. But what if we don’t? What if this is my one chance and I’m spending it lounging on a pool chair, being lazy.
Although, if you believe what the glossy women’s magazine say (of which I’ve read several this vacation) everyone needs some time to unwind, de-stress, and do absolutely nothing sometimes.
To which I say I am obliging – but not completely. I am hanging out with my new husband, who I adore more now than ever before, despite him currently reading over my shoulder on our big, plush king size resort-comfy bed teasing me that he’s the only husband in the world who brings his wife on a luxury honeymoon to a foreign country and she bemoans that it’s not worldly enough. Same guy who had his old college professor who married us make sure to mention that he will be taking me to Machu Picchu as soon as he can fit it into school.
Sigh, have I mentioned I love this guy? Now excuse me, I must head back to my plunge pool – my favorite part of our Mexico all-inclusive resort honeymoon – and the fourth book I just downloaded on my kindle.