Cancun and vicinity

Landed in Cancun.  My hair immediately started doing the thing Monica on "Friends'" hair does when they go the Caribbean -- that is, fluffing into a giant white lady Afro.  Next time, I shall rock it rather than fight it tooth and nail.  We took a bus to Playa del Carmen because I assumed that the Riviera Maya resort was there.  It was actually about 30 minutes north of Playa del Carmen, in the middle of nowhere.  We had to take a taxi.  When we checked in, the people at the Riviera Maya treated us so badly that my sister got a bit weepy at the scary-expensive dinner on-site.  We headed for the resort's beach, which was made of rocks of mosquitoes.  The pool, though, was admittedly wonderful.  I had never heard of a "pool bar" before.  May wonders never cease.  In general, the resort seemed like it was for people who want 75-80 degree weather in late October without the hassle of dealing with another culture.  Not my thing, but whatevs.