Cancun and Pirate Ships

I was on The Tribune-Democrat’s website reading ‘Cancun: Extraordinary Meals’, when I stumbled upon:

“During the excursions, not only can passengers have dinner and learn about the history of the area [Isla Mujeres], they’re also treated to a staged encounter with a pirate ship.”

I was so pumped. You’re sitting at a table with some friends, eating steamed crab and drinking a Sam Adams, when… BOOM… CRASH… Everyone’s screaming and ducking into bathrooms and overturning tables… and them FWAP… a pirate sword swings out of nowhere, resting precisely at your throat and the first thing that comes to mind is, “is there really a pirate trying to kill me right now?”

But no, this is what a pirate ship taking over your tour looks like:

It might work for the children, but to the rest of us, it’s just another dismal float strewn with Christmas lighting.

Lucky for you, this is only an option if you willingly go on a ‘Hook’ tour. Keeping far, far away from this is as easy as staying at ME Cancun where you won’t need to resort to a gimmick for entertainment. Theme parks and long lines were all fine and swell when you were 9, but now that you’re older, you are not as easily entertained, hence the ideal vacation spot—Cancun.

Because it’s either:

OR

Cancun

Cancun. Spring Break. The two seem to be synonymous. The latter, in my opinion, sort of lends a negative connotation to this quiet little paradise. For as popular as it is, most people have trouble locating it on a map. You ask them to point it out and they make a stab at a random spot in Mexico; as if Cancun is Mexico. It reminds me of that Jay Leno ‘Jaywalking’ bit where he wanders around downtown New York, asking people if they know where Arkansas is, or who the first President was, or how many letters there are in the alphabet.

Cancun is actually nestled into the very southeast tip of Mexico on the Yucatan Peninsula.

And for those of you who paid attention in Mrs. Kendall’s 5^th grade World History class, you may recognize the name “Yucatan” as home to the Mayan Indians. That, however, would be the bordering state of Yucatan, not Cancun. There are no ruins or ancient artifacts here, but in its own respect, I think it offers something equally extrodinary. Because if you are like me, then a 4000 year old civilization of petrified natives can only excite me to the point that I might purchase a coffee mug depicting the fail of their empire or something of that nature on my way out—Yucatan was also a theme-park, right? If I’m going to spend my vacation in Mexico, then I don’t want to spend it getting alcohol poisoning with college kids; nor do I want to spend it with a bunch of dead people.

The answer?

Melia’s ME.

If you’ve read the ‘About Me’, then there is no need to go into too much detail; beating a dead horse sounds pretty messy. But for those who haven’t, it is unlikely that you will find the same elegance and dedicated staff at any other resort in Cancun that you would vacationing in one of the 448 ocean-view rooms, eating at any of the 4 restaurants, or swimming in Mexico’s largest infinity pool at Melia’s Resort in Cancun.