Tulum (aka The Best Laid Plans...)

Since Trev has been obsessed with the whole "Mayan Ruins" concept from the minute we touched down in Cancun, we couldn't wait to head to Tulum to see some of the biggest ruins around.

Today didn't quite turn out to be the showstopper we'd imagined, though.....

I guess it started with the stinkin' hotness of the day. The rental car was all nice and air conditioned and everything, but everything from the parking lot on was about as sweaty as you can imagine. Trev's sweaty feet, in his nasty old crocs, led to some pretty gnarly looking blisters. And when you've been looking forward to something, and then you're trying to enjoy it, but your feet really hurt, well, it doesn't make you happy.

So you take off your shoes and try to walk on the grass....
You definitely aren't amused by your mother when she tries to tell you that it's probably more Mayan to be walking barefoot anyway....

And you're not really in the mood to pose for pictures.
Although, as luck would have it, the aforementioned mother happens to have a very high tolerance for heat, and she is willing to carry your 50-pound, burning-hot self around, through throngs of sweaty tourists, to spare your little feet further distress.
Cold coconut milk proves to be less tasty than imagined, but it was worth a try.
And the car is still cool on the way home.