Mexico, Ole!

The first weekend in October we loaded the car with food and drink and headed down to Punto Penasco, Mexico. It's a popular get-away for southern Arizonans as it's just a 4 hour drive. We didn't know what to expect, but, hey, weekend at the beach. Can't be that bad.

Um, yeah. Not bad at all.

When we walked into the condo, I think all our jaws dropped at the same time.

I mean, we could quite literally roll to the beach from our room. At the very least, we could roll right to Mexico's premiere cash-only swim-up bar. "We'll take wet cash!" Yeah, not helpful.

It was a good thing we were so close to the water, it was 100+ when we were there. Yikes. It hurt to walk on the sand.

The resort had a very strict "No Tolerance Policy" for rule breaking. Odd to see so many rules and regulations and seriously uptight security guards at a beach resort. I get that they want to crack down on huge parties and spring breakers (all for that), but it was a little like vacationing in the "No Fun Zone". We had a great time, but those who crossed the securidad came to regret it.

We got a big kick out of the signs posted throughout the No Fun Zone. The exact literal translations were a crack up:

I think this might be the least enforceable rule ever:

What are they going to do? Put a time stamp on your hands and check? And as Jeff pointed out, they serve food at the swim up bar - they are giving you food while you're already in the pool. Good one.

Note, the pool closes at 8:45, and the guards are standing by to lock it down. They weren't messing around. My favorite pool rule:

Behave morally. Good reminder. Although I'd think "use bathing suits" would be covered by 'behave morally', no?

There may have been a few cocktails consumed during the trip.

Before:

After:

In addition to the fun we made for ourselves, we also witnessed the most poorly organized Triathlon ever. I guess you can't expect much when the race is run at a beach town in Mexico, but, man, glad I wasn't competing. Later, we witnessed a lovely wedding on the beach. Only a few people yelled "don't do it!" Touching. Perhaps they shouldn't have set the wedding up right next to the beach-access stairs.

Looking forward to the next trip to the No Fun Zone.