The Barceló Maya Beach Resort is situated on the coast of the Riviera Maya, about an hour from downtown Cancun.
Before describing the hotel, I should mention that this is, in several ways, a very atypical vacation for the family.
First, we're not traveling alone but rather with fifteen other families from the neighborhood, which is quite an adventure in itself.
Furthermore, most vacations with my family consist of extensive research, carefully planned itineraries, reservations, maps, alarm clocks, and a history book or two. Most of which I relish.
Here, on the other hand, my watch is stuffed somewhere deep in my suitcase, and I don't even have a map of the resort—directions are either toward the beach or away from the beach. Another critical element of the magic formula:
This mysterious amulet somehow brings so much happiness: it's an ID, meal/drink pass, and activities ticket, all combined in an exceedingly convenient wristband. Also, according to the front desk, it also costs 300 USD to replace, mostly as a deterrent against selling it to under-18 minors or local hooligans.
In addition to consuming approximately two pounds of papaya today, there was some snorkeling and also some caipirinha action. Professora Marta would be so proud.