So, I have looked back and found out that nobody has really explained our Thanksgiving, so I will because it was great and I don’t want people to forget it. For Thanksgiving break a lot of us went to Isla Mujeres. As Lee already said, the beach was beautiful and it was a bit touristy, but I had a great time. We all stayed in one big girly house on the water: Casa Cielo. Sitting in the living room/kitchen, you could see the ocean out of two different sides of the house.
On the east, the strong waves were crashing against the big rocks that lined the coast. On the west, the clear blue water glistened serenely on top of fine sand, and the Cancun buildings and lights sparkling in the distance.
Although we were only supposed to have eight people in Casa Cielo, we sneaked and crammed five more, for a total of thirteen. Although there wasn’t that much space, I feel that it gave us a truly different experience as a group. We didn’t have our own hotel rooms to go back to, our different televisions to watch, and our own showers. Well, we did designate a boy bathroom and a girl bathroom; the last thing that we wanted were boys stinking up ours, and fittingly a boy was the only one to make a gross mess in it. Go figure. There was just the pink room, the purple (naughty) room, and the kitchen/living room. It gave a sense of community. We shared food, drinks, chores, and even the extreme thirst that came from the absence of water that first night and morning. We were getting so desperate and dehydrated that Lydia, Michael and Blair resulted to drinking the Mexican tap water! They’re hardcore though, so they champed through Montezuma’s revenge, ready to take on the world, the waves, and the sun.
I was extremely surprised how clean and not destructive we were. Even though we did break 2 lawn chairs, 2 glasses, and spray red wine on the ceiling, they were all purely accidental, and the lawn chair were just cheap. This angry Danish (Dutch?) woman did yell at us, though, because we apparently messed up her bike. We didn’t; she was just mean and overreacting. I thought everyone did a good job cooking too, even though our menu was slim. Our food consisted of left-over thanksgiving from our dinner at Phyllis’s, hot dogs, pasta, grilled cheese, ramen, baked beans, peanut butter and jelly, frozen chicken nuggets, brownies and hot sauce. People were putting hot sauce on everything. In fact, on the last day John made a concoction of hot dogs, brownies, and hot sauce, and one night Michael was eating hot sauce on peanut butter and jelly Crackets. The five ipods sitting permanently by the music station played such a variety of music for all different moods. Although there wasn’t much dancing, there was a lot of sing-a-longs, a perfect table for bp, and amazing people. I am very glad that I coughed over the $62 USD to enjoy Casa Cielo for four nights.
So, I have looked back and found out that nobody has really explained our Thanksgiving, so I will because it was great and I don’t want people to forget it. For Thanksgiving break a lot of us went to Isla Mujeres. As Lee already said, the beach was beautiful and it was a bit touristy, but I had a great time. We all stayed in one big girly house on the water: Casa Cielo. Sitting in the living room/kitchen, you could see the ocean out of two different sides of the house. 
On the east, the strong waves were crashing against the big rocks that lined the coast. On the west, the clear blue water glistened serenely on top of fine sand, and the Cancun buildings and lights sparkling in the distance. 
Although we were only supposed to have eight people in Casa Cielo, we sneaked and crammed five more, for a total of thirteen. Although there wasn’t that much space, I feel that it gave us a truly different experience as a group. We didn’t have our own hotel rooms to go back to, our different televisions to watch, and our own showers. Well, we did designate a boy bathroom and a girl bathroom; the last thing that we wanted were boys stinking up ours, and fittingly a boy was the only one to make a gross mess in it. Go figure. There was just the pink room, the purple (naughty) room, and the kitchen/living room. It gave a sense of community. We shared food, drinks, chores, and even the extreme thirst that came from the absence of water that first night and morning. We were getting so desperate and dehydrated that Lydia, Michael and Blair resulted to drinking the Mexican tap water! They’re hardcore though, so they champed through Montezuma’s revenge, ready to take on the world, the waves, and the sun. 
I was extremely surprised how clean and not destructive we were. Even though we did break 2 lawn chairs, 2 glasses, and spray red wine on the ceiling, they were all purely accidental, and the lawn chair were just cheap. This angry Danish (Dutch?) woman did yell at us, though, because we apparently messed up her bike. We didn’t; she was just mean and overreacting. I thought everyone did a good job cooking too, even though our menu was slim. Our food consisted of left-over thanksgiving from our dinner at Phyllis’s, hot dogs, pasta, grilled cheese, ramen, baked beans, peanut butter and jelly, frozen chicken nuggets, brownies and hot sauce. People were putting hot sauce on everything. In fact, on the last day John made a concoction of hot dogs, brownies, and hot sauce, and one night Michael was eating hot sauce on peanut butter and jelly Crackets. The five ipods sitting permanently by the music station played such a variety of music for all different moods. Although there wasn’t much dancing, there was a lot of sing-a-longs, a perfect table for bp, and amazing people. I am very glad that I coughed over the $62 USD to enjoy Casa Cielo for four nights. 
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