It has been two weeks since five twentysomethings descended on our home in Playa del Carmen, and we believe we have finally recovered enough to speak publicly about it. Thank you all for your understanding in our time of distress. We needed some private time to deal with our feelings. We appreciate your patience.
Phew! We feel so much better now. We can finally discuss the events of that week.
Woohoo! It was off the chain! John’s brothers Tim and Dan, Dan’s girlfriend Amanda, Amanda’s cousin Natalie, and Tim’s friend Rafael (aka Raf, Rafa) joined us for a week of beach bumming, drinking, sand castle building, bar-hopping, snorkeling, drinking games, cenote exploration, and last, but not least, DRINKING in lovely Playa del Carmen.
For some reason, though, the exact events of last week are a bit fuzzy. As luck would have it, Tim has written up a detailed trip report.
This is Playa del Carmen as experienced by Tim, a single 27-year old guy from Chicago. Enjoy.
Tim’s Playa del Carmen Trip Report
Disclaimer: You may recall from Train Kept a Rollin’ that we had already been partying for a good 2 weeks before the youngins arrived. We had every intention of resting up before their arrival, but, alas, we were already a bit exhausted when everyone arrived. Yes, that’s our excuse and we’re sticking to it.
