A Vacation in Ruins by Precious Mckenzie

Author:Precious Mckenzie [McKenzie Precious]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rourke Educational Media
Published: 2018-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Let’s Be Tourists

Dad did not want to rush back to Tulum. He told us he could take a break from his research. He thought we could all use a vacation from our vacation. “Let’s be tourists! Let’s sightsee and relax,” Dad suggested. Aunt Bernadette agreed.

Aunt Bernadette loved the arts. She thought we should see the Ballet Folklorico and have a nice meal together. Tomas said sure, he’d go anywhere there was food. Aunt Bernadette laughed and rubbed Tomas’s head affectionately with her knuckles. “That’s my boy!”

The ballet was incredible. It wasn’t like a typical ballet, all quiet and serious, with ballerinas and pink gauzy tutus. It was a showcase of traditional Mexican folkdances and music. We also feasted on rice, beans, corn tortillas, and flan. Not only was the traditional Mexican food nice, the dancers were some of the best I’ve ever seen.

The mariachi band took the stage during dinner. Guitars, a violin, and a trumpet played traditional folk songs from all over Mexico. Aunt Bernadette swayed in her seat and clapped her hands wildly to the beat of the music. Dancers wearing folk dresses swooped across the stage, dipping and twirling ribbons to the rapid beat.

“Viva Mexico,” the audience shouted. The mariachi band played louder. More dancers crowded the stage. Men with large sombreros took the women by the arms and swirled them gracefully across the stage. We watched dances from all of the Mexican states. Some people in the audience threw flowers at the dancers to let them know how much they liked the show.

After the performance, Dad suggested we walk around Cancun and enjoy the night sky. We strolled down the boulevard, watching tourists take photos.

“Looks a little like Las Vegas,” Aunt Bernadette commented, “with the billboards for shows and American restaurants.”

“A little,” Dad admitted. “But it is fun.”

Street vendors lined the boulevard, selling Mexican crafts and jewelry. At one stand, Tomas plopped a wide Mexican sombrero on my head.

“Say cheese,” Aunt Bernadette laughed. She snapped a picture.

As we walked, we planned tomorrow’s adventure. Aunt Bernadette thought it would be “grand” to go horseback riding on a beach. “You’ll love the feel of wind in your hair,” she promised us.

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