Confession: in the past, my husband and I have scoffed at the idea of all-inclusive resorts. We love to travel, and to us, an all-inclusive seems to be at odds with our philosophy to explore and soak in as much culture as possible. Resorts seem to be the type of place where you sit around and do nothing for a week, or get pushed to pay for cheesy excursions that aren’t even fun. Both my husband and I are typically way too high energy and, frankly, too cynical for this style of vacation.
- We look innocent, but in reality we’re hyperactive 28-year-old brats
…That is, until this past summer hit us.
My husband and I are leaving for Mexico in just a few hours, and I can’t wait! We’ve never really stayed at an “all inclusive” type of resort before; typically we like to hotel-hop and don’t like being confined to one area. However, after a hectic couple of months we want to just relax, sip on some fruity drinks, and kick up our feet. And of course, I’ll have a stack of books by my cabana chair :). The nondigital books that I am slipping into my bag: