TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Embajadores Merida
Travel Blogs from Merida
... like ages, I kept saying to stu I felt like I was on a bush roller coaster but with no signs of any safety. After about 4-5kms the horse stopped and we got off. Our guide walked us over to a giant bunch of gathered tree roots which had a whole in the ground. He turned to us and said "the entrance". We were completely shocked as the tour company we booked through gave us the impression we were going to an open pool of water to swim. The adventurous side of me was ecstatic by ...
... I snapped a photo of these bad boys. The mangrove tour was probably my favorite part.
We then went to a restaurant on the beach to eat delicious fish. Just as we laid our towels out, a storm cloud rolled in, so we bought some traditional yucatecan sweets from the candy man and headed to back to the bus for the 2 hour ride back to Merida. Despite the rain, it was truly great seeing such a beautiful environment protected and cared for by local people.
... dog and cat. I had been gone away from home since 10 AM and it was nearing 7:30 PM. I missed my host family. I missed my mama's bouncy, loving voice. She is always ending her sentences with, "Mi amor." She is an amazing woman...incredibly caring and loving and chill. Oh! And we have similar eating habits...nutrition is important to us. So tonight, she made me a small dinner (per usual here in Mexico) which was simply yummy. Ingredients: papas, zanahorias, cebollas, un poco ...
Truly there has been somewhat of a delay in blog entries,
but absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this all sounds a bit more
exciting if it’s read with bated breath. The point of whether up to a point we
had actually done anything is somewhat contentious, but in my camp as a
procrastinator this is the only excuse I can give for my negligence.
It's been about two (we all know it's three) weeks since the last instalment of
... translating to "a memory from Chichen Itza". Ah, memories.
Enough of my anti-neoliberal bs for awhile. The trip has been lovely, really. While still in Valladolid, Amy and I rented bikes to ride out to one of the cenotes. It seemed easy enough to get there, but after an unnecessarily long time riding along the highway I realized that we may not be headed to the right place. In my defense, the women that pointed us in the right direction did so with a ...