Dipping into Mexican Cenotes
I finally made it to Mexico.
I can honestly say that I've been dying to go to Mexico for the last few years. One of the major reasons was to dip my toes into a Cenote. Well, more like jump 12 feet into a cool cenote but you get the point. This trip was a bit different than the others you might've read about on this blog. I didn't find a flight deal nor did I plan some extra AF Euro trip jumping around to way too many countries at once. This time I went on a cruise with Carnival Cruise Lines.
I know what you're thinking. Why would you go on a cruise? There's a bunch of notions that cruises aren't for 'real' travelers because you don't get to immerse yourself in the local culture. While I appreciate long and slow travel, for once I wanted to vacation. I haven't properly relaxed while traveling in a while. My best friend, Shiya, and I are usually galavanting across cityscapes and bar hopping into our next adventures. This one was different. This one was touristy and quick and I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Cruises have their cons (trust me I gained 6 pounds from the easy accessibility to food and my lack of self-control obviously) and you don't get a lot of time in the port cities but I still felt good about it.
In order to avoid giving the cruise line all of my money, I decided to plan my own excursions with the exception of Mexico. We only had 8 hours in port on Cozumel (an island in Mexico). When I sat down to plan the trip I quickly realized that 8 hours might not be enough time to take a 40-minute ferry from Cozumel to Playa Del Carmen and then another 50-minute bus ride to Tulum and get back on time.
"Where do I catch the ferry?"
"What if I miss the bus?"
"My Spanish is on a second-grade level. How will I navigate the country?"
So I gave in and purchased a Carnival Cruise excursion. The best part? If your group is late getting back the ship cannot leave you because you've purchased a tour through them. I was sold. Our tour was with Sun and Fun Tours and it was awesome! We hopped on a ferry and a bus to reach the Tulum Ruins.
Inside the ruins, we were met with beautiful seaside views, rich history and a whole lot of sweat. I was dripping buckets by the end. To cool off, we headed to Cenote Azul. Not so fast, to reach our private section of the Cenote, we canoed a beautiful lake to get to the other side.
The anticipation built as we finally made our way to the dreamy waters of Cenote Azul. Aptly named by the way because it's the bluest water I've ever laid eyes on. Seriously, I could write poems about it. In those moments, nothing mattered and I was free. Swimming is the freest feeling in the world and to do so in such a serene place was the best. I can only imagine how blissful it would be to swim here early in the morning alone or even with an intimate group of friends.
I wish to be free and spend my summers swimming in Mexican Cenotes forever.