I can probably write a book about or first vacation in the Yucatan, but I will spare you.
Our rental car had broken down, and we received excellent service from the rental agency in Cancun. We had to drive the car to the Plaza Americana, which was known to everyone in Mérida, which was a great adventure for us. We walked up and down Paseo de Monteja and were amazed at the beautiful architecture along the way. We realized that the people were helpful, friendly. We had an excellent lunch at a street cafe. What really surprised me, was the general attitude of caring for older people. We would walk through Progreso and see a teenager help an elderly lady to cross the street. It was interesting that this was impressive, when we come from the "advanced" society.
All I will say is that it was amazing and we thought we had died and gone to heaven. Our little house was on a beach. We had a grounds keeper who took great care of everything and we learnt how everything worked very fast even though everything moved at a slower pace. We had our own little piece of heaven and we were comfortable with it.
Our days were divided into getting up early, having fresh fruit outside on the porch, going to the market, making dinner together and every second day visiting another amazing tourist site which makes the Yucatan so popular.
We were taking each day at a time and Herman might have mentioned that this was where he wanted to retire. I loved the solitary existence - no big surprise - but moving here was not my vision at the time.