No, really, August in Mexico was cooler than Illinois. I kid you not.
We spent a long weekend at a little boutique all-inclusive resort called The Beloved Hotel to celebrate a very special event: the marriage one of my best friends to her honey.
The customer service at the resort was terrible. They greeted us with champagne the moment we walked in the door. A cerveza materialized in Conservative Hubby's hands as if by magic whenever he needed one. Every employee greeted us with a smile and a hello.
The setting was questionable, to say the least. Views of the ocean, multiple pools, and palm trees galore? Ridiculous.
And our room was a real dump, as you can see from the photos. I mean, seriously. Who did they think they were fooling with the giant multi-head shower, the mini bar that wasn't so mini, and the jacuzzi tub overlooking the resort?
Oh yeah, that's right. Me. And Conservative Hubby. And probably every other guest staying there.
The location was fabulous. The time spent with friends by the pool and at the beach was fun. The food was delicious.
And the wedding? Beautiful.
Hooray to the happy couple!
P.S. I survived the long weekend away from the little man. Can you believe it? It was hard, but I knew he was in good hands with all of his grandparents ... in fact, perhaps in too good of hands. We came home to discover he'd gained a whole pound and figured out how to sleep through the night ... finally!
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