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Single Gal Yucatan Travel Tips — Still Not There Yet pg197
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
As a respite from the unholy unhappiness of a bad breakup and maybe to fortify myself for the depression to come, the Universe sent me to the Yucatan for a magical week in the tropics during that bitter winter. I love it when the Universe does that.
It was a fabulous/amazing/wonderful trip. In the Mayan culture height is equated with deity. Adorable, diminutive men treated me like a goddess. I half expected them to offer sedan chairs. The first night I found an AA meeting near the hotel in downtown Cancun. I met an elderly couple from Arkansas who invited me to join them for dinner at the best vegetarian restaurant ever (well, outside of Sedona anyway). While dining next to a fountain overflowing with fresh fruit they offered suggestions for must see places.
I booked a tour to Chichen Itza the next day, wandered the beautifully groomed stone ruins and parks, and painted watercolors. I jumped off the tour and got a room at the resplendent, historic Mayaland Hotel — a wonderland of fantastical gardens glittering with ceramic fountains, and dappled with shade from exotic house plants the size of houses. — From Chapter 10
