Yucatan: caribe and Maya magic

By Luca and Sabrina

 

Is apparently a day like all others, the alarm sounds at the usual time, and we instinctively think of having to go to work. Just a minute later to restore the mind to a completely different reality. The door of the room of Frederick, in front of us, is open: if it went last night with the grandparents, joy bursting from every pore. Today will go away in the camper for the first time since the winter, and this was glad, though, unfortunately, unaware of the fact that as I and we really Sabrina. That is the excuse we ask now, for once, the last, we believe, and hope that one day the desire to forgive us all. No, we frankly felt submitting to more than twelve hours of air and seven time zones, as many are those that divide us from our goal: the Yucatán, Mexico.
Despite some contrary opinions on the conduct of the trip, we take a regular way, shortly after 8:00 we are on the street ... "The die is cast," he said as a famous leader. "Riding" our blue point in a southerly direction, defying a troublesome fog. We follow the A14 motorway for a short stretch up to Cesena, and then follow the signs to Rome, the city where the airport off the ground that will lead us to the destination.
The E45 salt gradually towards the Apennine watershed and around the Fourth fog thins out, leaving the place in the sun. Fila everything smooth as oil, apart from a deviation to the work that makes us lose a quarter of an hour. The clear skies with us until Verghereto then, over the pass, the horizon of clouds s'incupisce: little evil, our hope is to find time better elsewhere, perhaps on the other side of the ocean.
We follow up the valley of the Tiber, where they crossed the river bed several times, to be little more than a stream and then gradually becomes more and more river.
To turn the A1 Orte, who walk up to enter the big ring road of Rome, a handful of miles separate us now from Leonardo da Vinci Fiumicino airport, where we arrived around 12:30. We leave the car in a parking fee and go up on the first available bus to reach the terminal. It 'the first time that we start from Fiumicino and for this reason we are somewhat' disorientation. While vague in search of the bench Alpitour telephone at home: Our nose is getting longer visible when the eye to tell Frederick that we have come to Milan and we are looking for a parking Asthe remain for at least fifteen working days (not always Lies are said at the end of evil and hope one day our son, realizes this).
Terminals on the Lauda Air flight L41943 is in perfect time, at 16:10, but we do not do illusions, we know very well that it is too early to tell.
We begin to take on baggage and a small problem arises: Sabrina is not on the list of passengers, it is probably registered with a name wrong, the plane is full and the fear of people is that someone left on foot ... parlottano somewhat 'with each other and we deliver boarding passes ... this has been!
Given the recent experience of the journey not believe our ears when we hear the boarding call in perfect time: the Boeing 767 of Air Lauda off from the ground a few minutes after 16:10 and let it not be said over a white sea of clouds. Revise land while flying over the Alps, cloaked by a mantle of white as snow.
Later, under us, it is perfectly recognizable, the city of Bordeaux, situated broad estuary of the Garonne: from this point we begin to fly over the Atlantic Ocean and the next strip of land that will be sight of America.
They spend many hours spent to the least worst between the limited leisure that a plane can offer, then under us a light, is an island, that of Bermuda, located at one of the leaders of the notorious "triangle cursed." Rest for a while 'window: maybe I will have the pleasure of seeing an unidentified flying object or some other strange phenomenon, or, more likely I will have "only" the pleasure of seeing a beautiful starry.
Landed, still in perfect time, at 21:40, at the airport in Cancun and the file to begin withdrawing your luggage but especially to move the Customs: quintals of useless paper is stamped and signed. Then you a button for a strange mechanism of randomness makes the light turn green or red traffic light. Next to me all the crush: Green ... Green ... Green ... still green ... it's up to me ... red! ... I won the lottery, I have to open the suitcase! Fortunately not make me rummage and immediately close the form.
Finally we are off the air is hot and humid, and at first glance either too pleasant, but I think we will soon get used to and departure, of course, regret.
Climb on the bus that will take us in less than an hour to Bravo Club El Mandarin, where to stay for the duration of our stay.
At our arrival to begin the festivities ritual music, great cocktails and greetings of welcome. In Mexico, due to time zone, still 23:30 on Saturday, are in fact within twenty-four hours that we are standing and fatigue is beginning to be felt, so we have no desire to celebrate and we just wanted to be assigned the room. We heard and, almost immediately, we will deliver the keys to room 3301, where un'inserviente us. For them to just get the bag ... and we can finally rest.

Tutta colpa timezone: Despite the fatigue shortly after 6:00 we are already in place, it would be useless to slew between the sheets with no sleep ... better to leave to make two steps, as the sun is already high.
We look a little 'round the village seems very well-maintained and welcoming. Reach the beach: bruttina, but we knew this already, right from home, and we were spared the disappointment of the rest, unfortunately, less than two years ago was devastated by a hurricane that was shortened to a few tens of meters, are working to rebuild but it will be difficult to replace nature.
C'incamminiamo the right of the village and we note with pleasure to other people, which looks rather pale, who stroll along the bagnasciuga: obviously we were not the only ones who become unable to sleep. We have to deceive the time at least until the time where we give the possibility to have breakfast and this will not happen before 7:30.
Punctual to introduce us to consume our first buffet bodied morning: before our eyes para each well of God, we pray and we fill the dishes. And 'there that we know of two boys Jesi: Roberta e Gianluca, also the first day of vacation, they already awake for a while' time and among our neighbors the other room. Chatted until predetermined Briefing for the inevitable, now fixed date of each trip, a little 'boring but useful to begin to rearrange the ideas on what to do. We know two other guys, they also di Jesi: Corrado and Maria Grazia, all set to book the trip for the next day, then we go to the beach, where we spend some 'time between the pool and a whirlpool bath in the pool , relax in the warmth of the first rays of sun.
In short it is almost time for lunch. At home now will be returned by the weekend and maybe it's time to let them know of the success that took the trip. Let's go in the room and try, in vain several times to take the line, until, resigned, we arrive at the reception and expose the problem. Ask us to write our numbers on a piece of paper, lift the handset and in men who do not say we will pass the phone rings while the other head of the wire ... accidents, it seemed impossible, but ... Reassured everyone hear the voice of Frederick and lying go there at lunchtime.
The village is trying to overcome the lack of beach offering a free shuttle bus to reach a not too distant and thus satisfy the desire of the sea of customers. Curious because, in the afternoon, we climb on a bus with destination Coco Beach. The beach is located practically next to and slightly more to the north of the town of Playa del Carmen, which is why relatively crowded but beautiful. Pity that when the sun goes behind the clouds early, thereby making the air quite fresh and the sea not too inviting for a swim.
Around 18:00 begins to brown and return to the Mandarin. We seek refuge in the room for a relaxing shower, and then idle until dinner.
The evening offers a musical that unfortunately we can not follow in its entirety: a win is the devastating effect of the time zone and then sleep. We soon drag in the room to complete the sleep already partly consumed on uncomfortable chairs of the theater.

FIRST PART

The alarm clock is on 6:30 and this is not a problem since the morning we can not even sleep, the real problem, in fact, seems to be that of the weather: the sky is overcast and threatening rain. There waits a day by the sea and the presence of the sun is not essential, we are going to tackle the trip to the archaeological site of Chichen Itza, the most important of Yucatan, and we would be somewhat 'oppose the idea of having to visit with the aid of an umbrella uncomfortable, not to mention the loss of suggestion that can be viewed in all conditions similar to those present.
Thus consume breakfast awaiting departure and begins to Drizzle: wind pulls from the ground and is not usually a good sign. Around 7:30 to go up on the first bus available along with Gianluca e Roberta, while Conrad and Maria Grazia will linger for several reasons, with the result of ending up on the second bus. Un po 'sorry for what happened while we take the road begins to flood: over two hundred kilometers separate us from the goal and we should hope for a sudden change of time.
We follow the highway to the north almost to Cancun, then turn left, towards the interior. If we do not seem to be the best day you can have is even less for a poor rate, which, with great regret the driver ends beneath the wheels of the bus.
Stops rain while pecorriamo now for some time, an interminable straight: our right and our left, the landscape is flat and monotonous, covered by a low and dense tropical vegetation. It should not be changed much from the day that landed the first Spanish conquistadors to the indigenous asking where they were received and feeling respond "catan-yu", which in Mayan language means "I do not understand," believed that this was the name of the region and from that day, so called.
The road is pretty boring: a case not resist the temptation to close your eyes. The only distraction is a symbolic crossing of the customs among the states of Quintana Roo (where you come) and the Yucatán, which together with the form of Campeche in the Yucatan peninsula. These three states, along with most other twenty-eight federal district of Mexico City form the Federal Republic of Mexico.
When we get in the car park of Chichen Itza, around 10:00, hear, hear ... a beautiful sun shines! A few minutes later we are at the foot of the great pyramid, which the Spaniards called El Castillo. More specifically it is the Temple of Kukulcan, a major Mayan gods. The god is represented in the form of a plumed serpent, and this symbol appears on the balustrade of the stairs to each of the four sides of the pyramid. The building in its structure contains numerous references to the timing: the most obvious is represented by the four steps, each composed by 91 steps, for a total, including the upper platform, 365, how many days a year. And once a year, March 21, all'equinozio spring, the play of sunlight on the balustrade of the north facade creates the illusion of a snake crawling down. The event is still considered propitiation, and for the occasion, the place gather tens of thousands of people, making it almost impossible to visit (which is why even if on that date we will still be in Mexico, we decided not to participate in ' event).
Another curiosity is that inside the pyramid is located ... another prior to the pyramid that dominates. Go up, so oppressive un'angusta and staircase to the top, where there is a temple which houses the statue of a jaguar. The visit is definitely recommended to those who suffer from claustrophobia and the return to fresh air seems almost a relief. The external staircase of the pyramid, however, is not recommended for those who suffer from vertigo: the steps are constructed with a ratio between tread and riser almost one to one, with the result of having an inclination of about forty-five degrees. It is worth climbing to the top so you can enjoy a breathtaking view over the site, all in a climate of great fascination.
All around there are many other buildings, including a large stone plinth fully decorated, so macabre, from crowds of skulls, which may have been the place for the performance of the heads belonged to the sacrificial victims. Not far away lies the so-called Sferisterio, where it had a strange ritual game between two teams who are disputing a rubber ball without using hands and feet, only with even and shoulders. The rings of stone seats on either side of the field were the targets, and so far nothing particularly strange. The incredible thing is that as the prize winners received the honor ... to be beheaded! You can not just say that the champions of the sport had long careers and, most importantly, there is very difficult to understand the meaning of the game.
Still on the theme of human sacrifice, you can visit the Sacred Cenote, a natural deep well in which the cast was chosen in honor of the god of rain Chaac.

SECOND PART

Not far from the pyramids extend the remains of the magnificent Temple of the warriors of a thousand or columns, but in a more distant one encounters the Center: the Maya were careful observers of the sky and the fascinating thing of this building is the similarity with modern osservarori, the big difference is, however, that in those days there were no telescopes some patients but only repeated calculations based on direct observations.
We continue the visit and gets up a strong wind, the sky back quickly to cover themselves with clouds and then salt the fear of an impending shower. In haste, while all run away, I see even the so-called convent (Las Monjas), a beautiful building completely covered with enigmatic stone decorations. In men who do not say we reach the bus, but even the rain shadow ... damn, you could go with more calm, at most we would ... wet!
Lunch at a nearby restaurant, cheered by some folk dances, then turn the way back. Walk a few kilometers until you reach a remote village in order to visit a typical market (a sort of trap for tourists). Even before we get off the guide raises the coach holding a child in her arms an armadillo says that he caught himself, saying that is edible, then sold. Thinking may well be a nice souvenir, even if I have reason to believe that we could have some problems in customs. The best thing would be to buy it then put it back in freedom, but in the end we be content, like everyone else, taking a photo, of course after paying a small fee. Buy a bottle of tequila Mexcal, the original, with a worm included in the price, then go back and start on the coach.
After a few kilometers we stopped again, this time in the old colonial town of Valladolid, all gathered around the main square, which overlooks the old Catedral de San Servacio, built almost entirely, as the guide says, with material recovery from archaeological sites nearby.
The stop in Valladolid lasts no longer than half an hour, a po 'little, considering the fact that there are other things to visit in the immediate vicinity, but there are still about two hundred kilometers to go and now the sun is low on the line' horizon.
On the way back soon yield to the temptation to sleep, resulting in delivery yet at the mercy of sleep and then pretty dazed when just past 20:00. Catapulted us in the shower and, later, there we go to dinner, then we conclude, albeit wearily, a day which in many ways was memorable.

It 'incredible: we can not just sleep until the time and with the alarm off again before it can play. Nothing wrong, out of a magnificent sun shines and there's a day of relaxing at the beach of the Mandarin.
Occupy an umbrella and there we go to breakfast. We return shortly and take place on comfortable beds, and are also the friends of Jesi.
Women if they are lying in the sun, we men do not resist long, and we are eager to deceive the time. To start with just a deck of cards: partitone a broom ... Gianluca Gianluca against, Jesi Forlì against ... Forli wins, indeed, stravince! Then we are involved in a game of water polo ... and lose with honor.
We know two other guys: Paolo and Adriana, Alba (Cuneo): Now we are eight, the number just to rent two cars. We go to the reception and, after a brief negotiation, we conclude the agreement with the official budget, which will allow us, the next morning, setting off, driven to discover the surroundings.
It is almost noon, time enough to call home: we can from the room, not without difficulty and after several attempts. Sabrina and I bounced several times at the receiver of the phone with great pleasure listening to the voice of Frederick, and a gripping sense to us: the lack of that little rascal. There are times when I'm really bad at the thought of a star here and enjoy it, unaware of what is happening if they are at home, albeit in good company. Despite everything I still believe it is right what we are doing.
Let us return all'ombrellone: the friends they left for a walk along the beach. Reach them and, later, together, we go to lunch.
The afternoon seems very short, between repeated baths in the swimming pool and many cocktails, the sun sets and almost did not realize you are so good, but we do not resign ... we turn the spotlight on the tennis court and try to make some dribble, right to complain when the gastric juices, and there remains more to do than satisfy.
The evening ends in theater, in front of a nice cabaret show, put on stage by the staff of the animation.

Time seems to have made its beautiful, shining sun and a magnificent leave, backpacks on their shoulders, ready to pick up the car and set off to discover Mexico on the road, not until you have eaten, however, an abundant breakfast during which they take advantage prepararando a sort of picnic lunch. To this end, Gianluca presents at the table with a plate overflowing until all'inverosimile of omelettes and sausages stuffed with which a quantity of bread exaggerated. We too do the same thing but in a more limited and not "inhuman".
Then completed all the formalities that will allow us to collect your car, even cars. Firmo a deck of cards, all written in Spanish and then read the contents without ... hopefully good. Proceed to audits: controlling a palm to palm the body indicating the smallest dent. Gianluca, the most exacting, engages a discussion with the employee for half of car rear gasoline more or less, since we will have to return the means, the next morning, with the same amount of fuel. But maybe we're exaggerating, in fact the situation seems to have become a little fun and why it is not appropriate to continue further.
It is almost 9:00 when we finally deliver the keys. Climb in the car with Paul and Adriana, leave the village and begin to travel the road to the south. Behind us there follows the car "Targa" Jesi.
The ribbon of asphalt for more than Playa del Carmen and continues parallel to the coast following, consistently, an imaginary straight line, the curves are a true rarity and almost never less than 170 degrees. Every now and then, on the edge of the road, a sign warns not to be distracted Recalling the guide.
After about an hour we arrive at Tulum, the first goal of the day, the same name where we will visit the archaeological site, one of the most famous and spectacular of the Mayan world.
A large shopping mall, full of souvenirs, is the prelude to the visit itself: the tourism business knows no limits and a folk group performs in "Show of Voladores", an ancient rite of invocation of the rain (we hope not only functions !), then a train takes the tourists to the site, placed furbescamente, at least a kilometer away (who wants to can go on foot!).
Now I see a destination that they have lost a piece of the camera: I have another lap in the train, I find, fortunately, I reach the part and the other at the ticket office. During my absence they saw a snake, most likely a coral snake, very popular in these parts and, among other things, velenosissimo ... better to fly over and go visit the site.
Fica Tulum means "wall", and is an appropriate name for one of the few settlements built by the Maya fenced. We come across one of the five ports that are located along the perimeter of the fort and is now para before our eyes, the temple of the frescoes, in which corners of the main facade stand out imposing masks, probable representations of the god of rain Chaac.
The site is littered with archaeological remains of several buildings, including scorazzano, undisturbed, huge iguanas. The whole is dominated by the silhouette of the Castillo was built almost to the sea, a justification for what would be its main function: to the lighthouse.
The overview that you can enjoy the reef is as unforgettable with the blue of the sea and the white of the sand, in sharp contrast with the dark rock dominated unmistakable silhouette of the Castillo. Would want to remain in contemplation for the whole day, but the continuing and frenzied tourists go away soon distracts the mind from thinking too high ... is beginning to warm up and grows in us the desire and the refreshing sea.
Climb on the train and go back to the mall. Buy a phone card and telephone, from an audience: dial the number, the phone rings, Sabrina speak-up and then ... simple as drinking a glass of water! ... accidents, because the village is all so terribly complicated? Meanwhile the others linger too among the souvenir shops and it is almost noon.
Finally climb into the car and walk a few kilometers until you reach the park of Xel-Ha: A small wonder of nature, a kind of inner lagoon, although it edged rock, perhaps a little fjord, but we are in the tropics and not in Norway, a sort of lake, but water is not sweet, nor too salty. The place is so special that one could not help but assign it a natural park.
At the entrance a sign not recommended to use sunscreen in order not to pollute the water and thus poison the fish. A large and noisy crowd of colorful parrots from the welcome to visitors. We are going to settle on the banks of the beautiful body of water and immediately, even before lunch, despite the late hours now, we put into action mask and fins. Manca un po 'di transparency, but no shortage of fish are numerous, of many colors and, above all, confident, accustomed as they are in the presence of tourists. Among these include many Napoleon fish, stingrays and barracudas, not to mention turtles, always among the leaders in the preferences of a sighting.
After lunch we decide to do, walk around the park. We follow the shores of the lagoon-clockwise and at each step we find a most charming corner: it seems to be in a Tarzan film, with a dense vegetation cover high on cliffs overhanging delicious blue lagoons. Some of us have not resisted the temptation to feel, at least for a moment, the king of the monkeys and they faced an adventurous plunge by at least four meters in height.
Now at the end of the tour we were to face a treacherous place a floating bridge connecting the two shores of the lagoon, near the open sea. The waves today rather high, make a tape deck almost at the mercy of the sea and across it is an experience for some fun and for others far from pleasant.
When the park is now to close its doors to Gongolo we are still lying on the comfortable hammocks, we would not ever finish this day ... instead turns inexorably to an end.
We return to Playa del Carmen when it is dark, and there we stop for topping off the tanks. A gas station I clean the glass and not leave until the tip and do nothing is served to say that the next day that I do not clean the glass would be served.
We arrive at the Mandarin, and we rushed to make a shower and dress to go to dinner, a dinner this evening will be ripicamente Mexican, or at least it should be. In fact we are not too enthusiastic riamasti the menu, too soft to be ... Mexican!
We want to exaggerate their own: in the car go up and reach Playa del Carmen, but now we are too tired and, after no more than two hours, we are already back. Commend all the keys to Corrado: he will, tomorrow, to return the car, as Sabrina and I will be leaving again, full time, for another trip.

None of the friends will support us in this day's excursion into the sea, each of them will have had a good reason to pull out, just hope we have made the right choice and not have to repent for having spent one hundred and sixty U.S. dollars needed to take part.
For a start the weather seems to be my friend, the sky is unobstructed by clouds and dominated by the sun. Climb on the bus that will take us up to Cancun, where to set sail toward our goal. On the way a gentleman, very boring, and complains SBRA for air conditioning ... we almost feel like hurled out the window! With ear decisamente dilated arrive at your destination, go by bus and climb on the ship that we will host for the day. Pending departure a Mexican photographer immortalized us, in turn, with a small parrot, with the hope that then, in return, bought the photo.
Finally take the deep: at least two hours to separate us from shipping Isla Contoy, a tiny strip of land located a few miles away from the north western coast of Yucatan, declared natural park and bird reserve. A sustained wind blows and the sea is pretty rough, so, almost half of the trail, the continued sway of the hull is beginning to reap the first "victims" ... our stomach, fortunately, does not fall at the mercy of seasickness and the thing we do not regret at all.
Now throw in view of the still in the vicinity of a low bottom, wear life jacket, mask and fins, and we dived for exploring the surrounding coral reef.
The current is very strong, against the swim with difficulty and considerable effort. The fish fauna is not abundant, except for a flock of big fish bluish reflections, however we notice many varieties of coral, among which stand out the wonderful "fan corals, in all colors, from fuchsia to purple. The return to the boat is a breeze, with the trend in favor is time to swim in the Olympic final.
We arrive in the main bay of Isla Contoy: beautiful, the whole trip by palm trees and white sand. Berths at the pier and landed. The island is completely deserted with the exception of the horrendous construction in reinforced concrete of the visitors center, where we leave the backpacks in order to take part, more easily, a brief guided tour. Go up on a small hill so you can see two seas: on the one hand, the placid Caribbean Sea, blue and inviting, the other the Gulf of Mexico, more dark and rough. The latter carries a continuous action of erosion on the north, and, instead, to the south, due to currents, the sand is being accumulated with the result of making Isla Contoy, in practice, a huge "raft" in moving towards earth firm, a "raft" overflowing of cormorants, pelicans and, above all, frigates, which will visit a large colony. Despite the season of love has now ended yet some males inflate the garish red goiter as mating ritual. Not far away, among the palm trees and low vegetation, run, undisturbed, many Pagura of land, while in water, a few meters from the beach, two races came into confidence with tourists, and allow us to touch and swim between his feet.
Lunch in the company of iguanas, always happy to take part in the banquet, then you go to the beach to spend some 'time in complete relaxation. I take this opportunity to open a coconut, and thus enjoy the fragrant pulp, with eyes full of wonder for the sea in front of us.
It is thus time to get back on board and to leave, reluctantly, the island, even if the trip can not be completed dir. We come, in fact, unloaded, after over an hour of browsing, to Isla Mujeres, and this, probably only to make us spend a few pesos in the numerous souvenir shops. Not available to do so we go to the harbor to see the timetables of the ferries, since we are keen to return to the place, but in a different context and with more time available.
When the start time of the Cancun sun is setting and when you arrive it is dark pesto. A crew member greets us and asks us to leave a tip: In the morning I was given a pen and, with such excuses, not me, the longer view return ... is a matter of principle, believing that the pen can, of little value, as my personal tip!
On the way back to the village trying desperately not to sleep ... but we can not do so and the company to Sabrina. Here we come once again bewildered, at Mandarin, at about 20:00, just in time for a shower before going to dinner and meet friends.
The evening includes a musical focusing on Oscar night. In this regard, each spectator is labeled with the name of a famous character: I have George Michael and Sabrina Naoni Campbell, an odd couple, odd but also tired after a day spent at sea.

E 'own 17 and Friday, perhaps for this reason, after two full days of hiking, we decided to spend one of complete relaxation within the village. We are not particularly superstitious, but if we had had to choose a day to not go out on equal terms, we would have certainly chosen questa.Ce ne andiamo in spiaggia good time, to laze in all'ombrellone, until we decide to make a walk along the beach. Long walk in the company of friends, to reach a nearby village, the Posada del Capitan Laffite. In this part the sea is more beautiful than the front of the Mandarin, and frankly feel a little 'envied. We take some photos and we are on the way back: you are divinely, a lovely breeze blowing from the sea and, therefore, the sun burns the skin, or at least does not give the impression of doing so. Every now and then pass some or some frigate pelican above our head, are beautiful, it seems galleggino in air transport while leaving the wind.
We collect two large coconuts with the intention to eat later: should be good, but does not trust Gianluca and asks for confirmation to a Mexican crossing.
Upon arrival, we dip in the pool. In the company of Conrad and Gianluca take part in a match of water polo, while Sabrina relaxes the edges sipping something cool ... and it is almost time for lunch.
Telephone to Frederick is excited because tomorrow will go away in new homes, and this makes us happy.
Lunch at the restaurant on the beach, then go back to all'ombrellone ... eat fruit. We dedicate the opening of the first nut and work tirelessly until we see his white pulp. Gianluca, greedy as it is, it ingurgita suffered a bit, without realizing that the fruit does not issue a good smell, but ... an awful smell, like ... horse. Throw everything together and let's wash our hands, but not the smell goes away and Gianluca seems more concerned about this than for what it has eaten ... contento lui!
We resume our Sports Day and the women if they are lying in the sun: play beach-volley and win all matches, we are dedicated to archery and do all centers ... Almost all ... rather few, I am only one, but how much effort!
Now it is evening and we decide to play tennis, go in the room to put the shoes and the phone rings. Lift the receiver and the reception, they tell me that someone wants to talk, so I may pass is Ivan, a friend of Forlì, in the company of his wife, Sabrina, and two other guys (Monica and Savior). We have found by following the directions that we had left before departure, and, frankly, we are somewhat 'surprised, because we do not expect that they did. We are just there to greet them and we agreed to review in the coming days, given that remain in the area at least until Monday, the day of their departure.
We go to the tennis court when, by now, there remains nothing but viewers do, in fact pesto is dark and almost time for dinner.
The evening spent in the company of a double show of comedy, first in the international version and then in Italian. Between the two I find the time to challenge a Corrado carom, but the result is, to say the least, unseemly, even if the sports side of things is the last of my thoughts. I began to have thoughts, however, the boys of Jesi, which, in less than twenty-four hours, will leave for Italy, and it is unfortunate, given that we were enjoying.

Gianluca is a breakfast piagnucolando as a child, certainly has, it seems, to digest the coconut, but do not want to go home! It is, of course, the whole scene even if unfounded, masks, like the others, a thin veil of sadness at the imminent departure. Moreover we have always said that a week's vacation in these places is not enough: even the time to settle and you lift the curtains. It ends, in other words, to swallow a bite without having properly tasted a morsel that, however, worth it to enjoy a long ... at least for another week, which we, fortunately, do. We will try in some way to console and staying all day with them within the village, hoping not to get more angry at the thought that we leave in this "paradise".
On the beach spend the morning playing cards, a beach volleyball to water polo, and finally (with two women in a team was a true massacre: 20 to 8). Sabrina, Maria Grazia and Roberta if they are, for all the time, to shuttling between the pool and the bed, not letting slip a single ray of sunshine. Meanwhile, I go to reception to contract hire a car for the next four days, builds a good price (maybe) and I return to my bathing activities.
Lunch and return to the beach. Jesi's friends are coming to an end and soon leave to return later in "civilian clothing". We exchange addresses and phone numbers with the promise to meet in the near future. Accompany them to the reception and greet them around 19:00. Then we go in the room to wait for a phone call that, though, late in coming. The phone rings, finally, when it had lost all hope: the 20:30. At the other end of the wire is Ivan, who says he had some problem with the prefixes ... and we believe the agreements so as to meet him after dinner.
Go on a taxi with destination Playa del Carmen and we are close to the download center, then let the place of (the McDonald's) and we put on hold by Ivan, Sabrina, Monica and Savior. Arrive, albeit with some 'delay. With them go in a typical local beach, the "Blue Parrot", where chatting, glasses in hand, for some time by telling the adventures of the last few days and spend a pleasant evening. We do, finally, to accompany Mandarin and set a new appointment, this time for the morning in anticipation of a day spent together with adventure.

It's father's day ... father and I are distorted more than nine thousand kilometers away from my son: an ocean divides us and what to tell the truth, I'm glad. Nevertheless I still think that this is fair and that infuses, Sabrina and I are not doing anything unforgivable or scandalous. With this thought in mind I leave the room when, as happens for some 'time now, a beautiful sun shines, we expected more in a meeting with the friends of Forlì, which together spend the day.
Withdraw the rental car: a green Chevy Monza (5834 targato TMR), a strange machine, never heard of it, but it does not matter, provided that performs its function. Note, as the practice, every small detail, and then leave the village and we put ourselves on hold along the highway.
Shortly after arriving 9:00 Ivan, Sabrina, Monica and Savior. The car park and down to say hello. Not even the time to reciprocate the greetings and Savior realizes that he has drilled ... good start! ... Changing the rubber in front of the Mandarin, as he passes an employee of car we recommend going to Playa del Carmen: there we will find a tire, despite the public holiday. In fact we find it is a factory-art, fully-edge if only we had ... in the Middle Ages! ... Just so, however, to make us understand that drilling is more serious than expected: it is a cut and the rubber can not be repaired! We decided nevertheless to undertake the trip: Ivan and Sabrina go up with us, in order to lighten the car "mutilated" by the presence of the most classic among the wheels of an emergency, and follow the road that will lead up to Cancun, with the hope not to drill one more time.
The Mexicans have a stramaledetto flaw: they use to put on the road the cunette to slow down the traffic, so-called "Topes" and, on balance, would be a good if not put in the most unthinkable and if, at least, had the foresight to alert you! I find one, suddenly, in the middle of the highway, while traveling, fortunately, just eighty kilometers per hour, too late to curb ... "off" literally! The landing is violent and suspensions are put to a hard test, but we remain on the street and continue the march. Step a little 'time to "listen" to the car that seems to have governed well to the ... but how much fear!
We cross all come to Cancun and Puerto Juarez, where you board a ferry on the pedestrian, not with the car to follow, as was thought at first, to reach Isla Mujeres: literally "island of women". There are two theories about the origin of this strange name: the first says that the Spaniards landed on the island, we found a lot of female idols and therefore baptized the place and a more established, maintains that the pirates will they were segregated their women ... however one thing is certain: the name has nothing to do with the eighth of March!
We enter into a guarded parking lot where we leave the car all day while parking, which, of course, a turnover larger than it seems in appearance, is proposing the hiring of a boat for only two hundred and fifty pesos a head and for the whole day, so you can turn the island at will. The deal seems attractive, too attractive, so as to have the suspected cheat. We think a little 'above and ... end up accepting.
We climb into the boat and immediately take the deep. Along the way we retrieve two chairs sunk for some reason and even after twenty minutes we are on the pier of Isla Mujeres. Walk along the narrow streets of the center, where we were already at Isla Contoy of movement, and take advantage to make some purchase, then go back on the boat. Our first desire is to do snorkeling and immediately come out and heard a few hundred meters from the harbor, near some rocks, where we are invited to enter water. We are rather skeptical about the choice of the place, but there are others that swim around us and there will be a reason ... and indeed there is! We are, at times, completely surrounded by a multitude of wonderful fish, not at all intimidated by our presence, and is an extraordinary feeling! A few meters in depth is the statue of a madonna, she too, like us, wrapped dall'invisibile embrace the small inhabitants of the sea.
Heading in the boat on a little 'sorry for having had to leave that little paradise, but is not over ... come together in another area and again asked to enter the water. Already foretaste the new show, and this is rather disappointing: only a few timid fish from disorientation and so much effort go into a stretch of endless sea. When we come back on board we are exhausted, plus it is already past noon and we feel the need to stop for lunch.
We landed in Playa Paraiso, a beach that seems to be just right. We relax in the shade of palm trees and bite with a sandwich in front of us the unmistakable silhouette of the "Zona Hotelera" of Cancun. In an enclosure, a few meters from shore, in a few inches of water, is being kept a poor shark, a species of plant which is taken by tourists in the arm and then photographed. We avoid what is un'indecenza, a total lack of respect for the animal, unfounded, has its own dignity and that, perhaps it would be better to kill than to reduce those conditions!
The fish prefer to see them free and then come back on board the "our" boat, we want to do even snorkeling, and we want to do it in the most famous of the park Garrafón, and there we conducted. Just throw a few crumbs of bread and water bubbling fish ... must be a marvel ... a wonder that, instead, we are denied: we are told that you can not get from the sea and swim until you've paid the entrance fee to the park, we are also told that now it is late and is now returning. But it is only 16:00, we had talked about all day and there are still two hours of sun ... They do not want to hear why our guides: turning the bow to Puerto Juarez and fall ... here is the cheat!
Let us not angry, infuses the day was positive and we have fun, this is important. We do not want to lose the last rays of sun so we spend some 'time in unattractive beach adjacent to the port.
E 'dark when we arrive at the Mandarin. Right time to have dinner and we were again on board in our nation Monza assigned Playa del Carmen. It 'a beautiful, warm evening. Meet new friends and fun with us to make some purchases in a manner determined by pulling on the price, so there we go, again, the Blue Parrot to close later in the day.

The sun is shining more than ever and the only air that storm seems to be raging around more or less at my navel: Montezuma does not have consumed his revenge but is very, very angry.
And 'This is the last day to spend in the company of Ivan, Sabrina, Monica and Savior, it will leave in the afternoon to return to Italy. Go up by car and arrive in Playa del Carmen, where they are staying at Tierra Maya, and together, after a brief stop for some purchase, follow the road to the south.
Near the village of Akumal descend to the sea and turn a back road that few miles brings us to the lagoon of Yal-Hu, a protected area neglected by the traditional tourist circuit, but not necessarily devoid of interest. Cross the gate of entry, pay the hundred pesos required and parking is available in the tiny parking lot, go and get the backpack and we head towards the lagoon. The sheet of water is beautiful and its light color is in sharp contrast with the smooth and intense blue of the sky, is similar to Xel-Ha, but much more wild, there is a real structure, there are neither chairs or deck chairs along its shores, so systemic on the rocks because there is no beach, but not all bad, in fact helps to make the place a little paradise.
Spend the whole morning to climb the rocks to return to relax in the sun, after another dive in the crystal clear waters of the lagoon, in the company degl'immancabili fish that we run around, we are in total ecstasy and completely relaxed. Nothing happens if you exclude a ciabatta Ivan going to pieces and leaves practically barefoot ... we are just enjoying, and this is no small thing! Bathroom stop the peace and quiet only to dial Federico, and we must leave to do so, by car, by the protected area, since it is not even equipped phone. After several ups and we can talk there seems quiet, he is playing with the plates and has a new kite that can not wait to show us.
When we return to Yal-Hu have a problem with the parking operator that wants us to pay back the ticket. Refresh the memory, saying that we were leaving a few minutes before making phone calls and that, moreover, had also informed the ... we think a little 'and, luckily, recalls. So let's go back to continue our bathroom peace and tranquility, which, however, ended around 15:30, when friends, unwillingly, must prepare to leave. The greetings are a must though, I think, we will meet again soon in Forlì.
Our roads here are divided: they go up in the car and follow the highway north to Cancun with destination and we let Yal-Hu, is beautiful but now we have printed on the rocks back. We follow the highway to the south, a few miles, then turn right and turn a dirt road that penetrates into the forest to reach the caves of Aktun Chen.
Park your car and some funny monkeys take us by storm, and then c'incamminiamo, and we reach the point where the tour will begin, wear the protective helmet and descend into the caves. The course is interesting and unravels between stalactites and stalagmites of every shape and size, while some large roots pierce the ceiling and there is a stick in the floor creating strange effects. Every now and it reappears nell'intricata rainforest and then sink again into the bowels of the earth. The cenote, the most beautiful part of the cave is reached almost at the end of the visit is a nice pond water in which incredibly transparent reflective concreazioni surrounding. E 'at this point of the trail that I sale a monkey on his back, obviously tired, decides to move to get a good stretch of road. I agree to the proper degree of means of transport shall be forfeited, so, yet another new experience.
Return to the village aware that they have spent another extraordinary day and we stop to sip a piña colada at the edge of the pool, with the full moon that rises slowly between the palms to the sky above us. We are happy but by the company this evening, and will not be easy to find another. The animation offers us a musical that would follow, but soon we just withdraw into our apartments.

E 'il dell'equinozio days of spring and Chichen Itza will consume a great celebration: a huge crowd will gather at the base of the great pyramid, waiting for the play of light and shadows are repeated to create the snake has come back to earth . We then yes we are in an archaeological site, but elsewhere: Coba to be immersed in the tropical forest, in a place, they say, infested by mosquitoes and in which there are likely to encounter snakes. In this regard, wear long pants and appropriate shoes, and this despite the day looks anything but fresh (luckily we have air conditioning in our Monza).
We start south and stop at Playa del Carmen. We are looking for a bank to buy a few pesos and they are different, but all closed since the celebrations linked all'equinozio, Mexico, are considered a national holiday. Then continue along the highway, beyond Akumal, we can change a little 'money at the counter of a bar and reach Tulum. From here turn a driveway that ventures into the interior of the region, cutting the wood with interminable straight. Some deadly Topes are located near the villages of the shots that you meet along the way, Spartans villages, where even today people live in precarious conditions, in dilapidated buildings, sometimes little more than huts.
We reach a lake dotted with mirrors, in which is located near the site of Coba, which, not at all, in the Mayan language, means "water moved by the wind." The site, in its days of glory and power, was to be a spectacle, was, in fact, the core of Mayan road system, a complex system and with XXL-wide roads (at least ten meters), and everything to make you pass no less than. .. people on foot! The Maya did not know the wheel, or, even less, owned horses or other means of transport!
All'inteno enter the archaeological site, without having to pay the entrance fee into account the public holiday, and within minutes we reach the group dominated by the ruins of Iglesia pyramid, composed of nine terraces and topped by a temple-style Toltecs. At its foot lies the inevitable Sferisterio impeccably restored.
The group remains the most important, to Nohoch Mul, is more than two kilometers away, for this reason we decide to rent, both, a bicycle, in order to make the visit less tiring. On this day I had expected everything: heat, cloud of mosquitoes (which there are) and snakes (which we would not continue to see), but certainly I would have never expected inforcare of a bicycle, also extremely comfortable, Having regard to the circumstances.
The group of Nohoch Mul is dominated by the impressive pyramid El Castillo, twelve floors, the highest of all the north of Yucatan, well forty-two meters. Climb along a spiraling staircase to its summit to enjoy the magnificent panorama of the surrounding ruins, scattered in the forest. Remain for some time in contemplation, before leaving the summit and ride on the way back. Return the bicycles, we adopt a more bathing clothes and we seek refuge in the car to look cool (the thermometer marks thirty-four degrees!).
Let's go back to Tulum along the back road journey and then we put ourselves in search of a beach where you can spend the rest of the day. Is found, and is also very beautiful, with white sand and very fine, almost impalpable, blue water and spectacular grove of palm trees behind. Immediately seek coolness between the waves, and we dedicate ourselves to rest and to relax more absolute, for most of the afternoon, until we decide to walk along the beach. One step after another until we come almost to the ruins of Tulum: not far from us, on the cliff, it seems clear the unmistakable silhouette of El Castillo.
We still have a fair number of miles to go before reaching the Mandarin, which is why we leave the beach even before the sunset, so as to arrive at a time that we can sip a cocktail and take a peaceful shower before dinner. For the rest the evening drags on a little 'weak: despite an attempt to remain close to the disco a little' lacking in terms of companionship, and more Montezuma still does not seem a good mood.

E 'on the last day with the rental car and we start a little' later than usual: only a handful of miles separate us from the park for X-Caret, located in practice in the southern outskirts of Playa del Carmen. E 'was built around a small natural inlet, as well as some caves and gorges, and a lack of archaeological importance, the rest thought the designers, transforming everything into a large zoological park, entertainment and history, with clear references to the ancient Mayan culture. The result is an attraction that tastes more Mexican American, and Americans are, in fact, most of the visitors, caught by a tourist in their business suits, and to which we have not been able or perhaps even wanted to resist us.
Salatissimo pay the ticket (thirty-nine dollars per head!) And crossing the magnificent and monumental entrance, just beyond which, as to want to welcome, there are parrots and flamingos: noisy spots of color in sharp contrast with the green surroundings. Now we want to do one of the most advertised drugs: an exciting swim in the underground river. Let backpacks, which will be returned at the end of movement, wear fins and life jacket, and then descend a staircase to the base of a deep crevice of the rock, inside which runs a little more than water rigagnolo we plunge and begin to follow the course, partly natural and partly artificial. We long tunnels and exciting passages, reaching, after all happy at the end.
We retrieve our belongings and we head towards the beach, a beach to a large extent artificial, but nice. There system busy umbrella and some deck chairs around, so arrange to perform, on foot, the entire visit of the park.
Along the way, in a highly refined, and delightful views of architecturally impeccable, including reconstructions of Mayan villages and archaeological ruins, find turtles and crocodiles, dolphins and tropical fish of every shape and color, puma, monkeys and butterflies, and all, is logical, strictly in the cage. What saddens us a little ', in fact, is the last place where we would like to see the animals, and we end up feeling in some way responsible and therefore, in part, because of their depressing accommodation.
After more than two hours' walk on the beach come back, and back the sun, in the meantime, if you were none left behind the clouds. We do a bath and then have lunch is the same lunch for four days now but no matter, even to X-Caret, after all, is good, the climate and temperature are, as usual, delicious and relaxation is insured.
Sabrina idle "shameful" for the whole afternoon, but I'm going to do
snorkeling ground in the natural park, where the fish, those are free, thanks to God out there, then snub the descent of another underground river (the "maya"), and when I return from Sabrina is almost time to leave the beach to witness the spectacular game of pelota, "which is held in Sferisterio park, surrounded by a Sferisterio improbable as indispensable packed gallery of spectators. The meeting ends with no winners or losers, and then ... without decapitation: who knows, perhaps even in antiquity the result was the most common ... in the interest of all players!
Leave the park, systemic backpacks in the trunk and climb in the car. I enter the key and rev the engine to start ... nothing, absolute silence. Please try again, two, three, four, ... nothing to do, there is no sign of life, and the problem seems to be the starter motor, as any other type of electrical circuit works perfectly. I am moving the car to make it as a thrust while approaching a supervisor to ask what is the problem. I try in some way to explain it, just turn the key again to prove my theory ... and the car part! ... than that, I also figure dell'idiota.
Leave the car park and we head to Playa del Carmen. Near the center we stop with the intention to spend some 'time for shopping. Vague for at least an hour between shops and stalls, buying shirts, ornaments and trinkets. At the bargain we also use as a bargaining chip, now useless, calling card with a few pesos residue, so we believe we have made good business.
Cross your fingers and hold your breath, turn the key ... and the machine part. We arrive at the Mandarin that he had concluded some another good day, we open the trunk and take the za ... there are no more! ... backpacks are no more! Although the first thought was to have forgotten somewhere soon we realize that they were unfortunately robbed and an initial feeling of loss is superimposed immediately, anger and more, on balance, justified. Just do a quick inventory of what the backpacks contained: housing underwater camera, sunglasses and out of sight, front setting, fins and masks, some clothing and beach towels (the Mandarin), as well as sunscreen and many other things apparently insignificant but nevertheless useful. A nice and give us a meager booty for thieves. We do not know what to do and tell what happened at the reception: show all very sorry but, nevertheless, unable to do something, if not that ... offer free, two beach towels.
Pretty dark in there we aimed to make a shower, dinner and then quickly return to Playa del Carmen, intend to make an extreme and desperate attempt: we offer a few vendors for a large sum of money in exchange for help in tracing the stolen, unfounded, in the city, should know more or less everyone. Nothing to do, they call off the tour and say they regret the incident. We decide, then, at least to the complaint, so we appear to command the police, where, now, are beginning to make us an interminable series of questions, then we report an address to which present the next morning ... Many thanks for your interest but let's leave! We climb back in the car and ... no way! ... Damn! ... I try and try again several times, and ... last part! ... That's enough, let's go on, get a stone on it, and we close, finally, stramaledetta this story! We stop (leaving the car in motion!) To purchase at least one sun lotion and a comb, then return to the Mandarin in time to attend a cabaret show, and then we go to bed, hoping that the night ports advice: the advice not to let what happened spoil this beautiful holiday.

The night is not spent in the best possible way and was anything but a quiet sleep: Sabrina has dreamed that, in our return to Rome, no longer the car and then we were victims of another robbery, much more serious the previous year. Fortunately, they say, dreams are upside down. To tell the truth we have a problem inherent in a car: the return of the rental and the fear which does not start, leading to charges of faults that would result. Thank God, however, participated in the first attempt and, more raised, we can tell our mishaps, relative to the theft, the official budget, carefully observing the reactions. Some evidence, indeed, lasciasciano think of a connection between the thief and the car rental company, not otherwise explain the fact that the trunk is opened and then closed a key, leaving, among other things, in its place the wheel in stock, and, not least, the total absence of signs of tampering. But the official widens, predictably, his arms and says, you too, sorry for what happened.
There we go to relax on the beach, looking to us for a reason and to overlook this, but it is not easy. Now we also see Mexicans with a different eye, though aware of committing a big mistake in doing so, in fact no need to come right here to be robbing, just, sometimes, to stay in Italy! Let us see the positive side of things: the eyeglasses were little gradation, the camera is to buy new housing and underwater as a result, the car, even with RDS, was already quite old, and then. .. Just look around, it's a beautiful day and the sea is calm, as to seem beautiful even in front of the club. Pass a good part of the morning to take notes, the notes needed to rewrite, once at home, this diary, since the original was, alas, in one of the two backpacks.
Spend some 'time nell'idromassaggio, before you call home and hear Frederick. Her voice runs along the wire and soften us when he says that is a little 'that is too long by grandparents ... There is no doubt he is our real wealth! The phone call we so raises some 'and we dip in the pool left us to go to some sympathetic laughter.
Lunch, and then immediately go back on the beach, and, while Sabrina "dosa with dropper" the last pages of the book that was, I still put down the clipboard. During the afternoon trying on several occasions in the refreshing swimming pool, with the time it returns to flow nice and inexorable. Mi cimento again in archery (this time from eighteen meters) and is a disaster: at least a couple of arrows off target.
Eat a snack and we will withdraw in the room when it is evening, crushed a nap and we are presenting later for dinner. We conclude, finally, the day with a nice performance in the theater and a brief appearance in a disco.

The alarm clock rings at 8:00, and surprising in the sleep. Now the problems associated with time zone are a distant memory, so far as we would like the thoughts that were related to the recent theft immediately. Today, according to the programs, would be due on a trip on the Rio Lagartos, to see the pink flamingos, but, given the recent mishaps, we gave up. Needless to deny it: the excitement is no longer the same and, ultimately, perhaps a few costs, at this point, it is fair, given the fact that I have some doubt on the success of movement, and it is no yet the right season to observe flamingos. Flamingos that, however, we have seen, though not in ideal conditions, in the park for X-Caret. We go, then, on the beach after breakfast, and we placed in front of the sun, in search of the most relaxing, interrupted only by verification at the reception, the departure times and flight scheduled for tomorrow, time for At present, all confirmed.
It 'a beautiful cloudless day, and in front of us there are, as usual, quite clearly, some dirimpettaia buildings located on the island of Cozumel. Some guests at the Mandarin, in an umbrella next to ours, are discussing lively: up to now were convinced that those buildings were, in fact, cruise ships, but, given that for several days not moved from that position, today, finally were able to identify them as buildings, although as palaces of Cancun, a city that, in fact, lies further north along the coast, and certainly not in front of us ... They have, of course, a clue of what is theirs, and our position on the map, especially since one of them is a consideration: "... who knows what will be the first explorers thought when they landed on this 'island ?"... But which island? ... we are no less than on the American continent! ... that island! Do not say that there is not really understood anything! ... We, however, ideally, we thank them for bringing us all laugh while we are involved in a mini tournament bowls: Sabrina and me against all men, but the average level is quite low, so we can win the semifinals and then to lose, with honor , the final.
Before lunch we also want to try out for the first time since popular holiday villages, a lesson in water-gym, an experience that obviously liked to Sabrina, who has seen repeated in the afternoon. Previously he had finished his book, aware of the fact that if, two days ago, was, as usual, inside the bag, they could never know the outcome until after it bought another copy. For my part, I conclude the day at the beach to pull with a bow, we have taken their taste, and a few starts to see results.
The long hours spent in the sun are felt on the skin that burns when, at sunset, giving us a snack bar at the pool, where, in the meantime, do friendship with a group of boys, which, among other things, make it also our first opponents of the tournament bowls, those soundly beaten, and for this reason, even sympathetically mocked by friends.
E 'dark and we go in camera to adjust the luggage in the departure. Later we go to dinner and meet new friends who, unfortunately, will remain so for less than twenty-four hours. Spend with them a pleasant evening, chatting, a long, seated at a table in the bar, before closing the day at the disco.

It 'the last real day in Mexico and, ultimately, we are happy to go home and then reunited to Frederick, nevertheless we want to enjoy to the full the vacancy, and for this reason, shortly after 8:00 we already in place and ready for breakfast. Unfortunately, large gray Nuvoloni cover the whole sky leaving bode well. After no more than half an hour, however, fortunately, it raises a strong wind and, in men che non si dica, return the sun to shine. Thank you, unconsciously, the god Chaac for courtesy while they go on the beach with the intention to take fuller advantage of every moment of time that remains. So I dedicate the first beach-volley and then, again, to archery. Sabrina, on the other hand, intent on taking as much sun as possible, gets up from bed just to take part in a class of water-gym.
Meet the friends and the time flies: noon arrives in an instant. Eat a quick lunch and return immediately to the beach. I take this opportunity to take a memorable photo in the company of the strange boy and folklore of animation, a kind of "flower child" in the Mexican version that is going around the village to spread the word "happiness", a wink, meanwhile, symbolically with the index and middle finger. Do not miss any time, to preach throwing phrases like "... strength and courage, life is only a step ...", or other, the content always vaguely mystical. The subject has always intrigued us since day one, and still reached the end of our vacation, we do not yet know how to define it, only one thing we know for certain: that has come in the meantime, time to leave the beach.
We go in camera to make a shower and close the bag before you place them outside the door. They are the 15:30, when we leave, in jeans and T-shirt and began wandering through the village until the scheduled time for departure. We greet our friends when the shell irreducible signed the last arrows in the direction of the target. Shortly after, at 18:00, we leave, punctual, the Mandarin and half later we are at Cancun, where we expected a long queue for boarding luggage.
The port number nine as it is shown that provided for the departure of the flight Lauda Air L41944, and there we go. We put on hold while it seems a sign that reads "Havana and Rome ... you are wrong and so we all move to the door number four. Shortly after, the terminals, it seems the flight departing to 23:00 and 21:40 to ... accidents, we have, it starts with the delays! ... At 21:00, however, between the general astonishment, we embark on the Boeing 767 taking off in perfect time, while the terminal is still on the way to 23:00 ... and, fortunately, you are again wrong! The aircraft appears on the monitor immediately the distance that separates us from Italy: 9221 kilometers, and this is not a mistake! And 'so the journey is so much the time that separates us from landing, so to start, synchronize the clock on the time zone of the house: the time material to do so and is already ...

Fly at about nine hundred kilometers per hour toward the east and then towards the rising sun, so to make the night short. The light soon filters through the windows, but we, having closed the blinds well, try, again to sleep, and, fortunately, we can.
Over to us, and, below us, we see only clouds, clouds that thins out in the vicinity of Italy, leaving first glimpse of Corsica and the Island of Giglio then. Then the plane descends that we share, before landing in perfect time, at 16:20, at the airport of Fiumicino.
Retrieve their bags and, shortly after 17:30, we are in the car ready to take the road home (Sabrina's dream has not been premonitory and, fortunately, we have not suffered the theft of car). Telephone to let you know of our arrival: Federico, unfortunately, is somewhat 'influenced but can not wait to be able reunited.
We must go about four miles, and, despite the summer time, which came into force last night, we will end up with Forlì dark, but still in time to bring home a little and put to bed.
In Terni, in a moment of distraction, wrong path and we lose a quarter of an hour to take back the right one, while in Castello city begins to rain. The rain accompanied us up at home, bringing our thoughts to the warm Mexican sun: theft aside, we spent a wonderful holiday in a place of dreams, and often in good company.
At 21:25 we arrive home, get your suitcases and twenty minutes after us by Frederick: he is not just good but, unaware of our origin, is happy to see us ... little quiet, the next time you will be our!