Filet and jumbo lobster tail at La Capilla Argentine steak house - JW Marriott.
View from our hotel room at JW Marriott.
Victor, our guide on the trip to Chichén Itzá, makes the long ride entertaining.
Pedro poured all-you-can drink beer and liquor throughout the bus ride. Having a little Corona Familiar at 10am.
A cenote, or sink hole. The Yucatán Peninsula has no surface rivers or lakes -- everything runs underground.
Pyramid of Kukulcan at Chichén Itzá. 1,500 years old and 100 feet tall.
Inscriptions on the ball court at Chichén Itzá, depicting the team captain of the winning team having his head confiscated for a sacrifice. I'd throw the game if I were him.
Vendors selling stuff everywhere you look at Chichén Itzá -- keeping it classy.
At the pyramid at Chichén Itzá.
Church in a Mexican town where we stopped after visiting Chichén Itzá.
Dinner Benihana-style at Mikado.
The adult pool deck at the JW Marriott. What do you not see? Screaming children.
Julie unwittingly becomes the subject of my Corona ad. Sorry Julie, no royalties.
Throwing back 80 cent Coronas from the 7-Eleven across the street. At the resort they cost $5.
Our last night in Cancún. We returned to the Argentine steak house for another dose of the filet and lobster tail. Didn't mind the repetition at all.
Last breakfast at the JW Marriott.
On our way home ...
Circling Chicago. What a difference 1,444 miles makes.