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tussled in a soft floor length robe provided by the hotel, it’s 40minutes later, sleep nagging at my heavy eyes, my limbs so relaxed they can barely support me upright. Collapsing on the bed I manage one bite of cake from my desert selection before I’m comatose.
     
    I wake at 7am the next day, after easily eleven hours sleep, refreshed and ready for my first full day in Mexico. Stepping out onto the balcony the sun is already up and the heat is rising. I’m not going to bother with a shower this morning after my epic one last night, instead I slap on some sun cream and a quick spritz of bug spray, then throw on a bikini and a light blue chiffon sun dress with a pair of pink sandals; pausing in front of the mirror I briefly pull my fingers through my hair, after sleeping on it wet and twisted up in a towel it is anything but manageable.
    But this holiday is about relaxing, so I don’t have to care, instead choosing to fumble in my bag for a hair band and then knotting it up mercilessly on top of my head, there shabby chic.
    Grabbing my oversized sunglasses off the side on the way out I step out into the sun. Noticing briefly that last night’s trolley has been discreetly removed, the service here is fantastic!
    There is a sweeping stone stair case the leads from the door of my room on the first floor, down to street level. It is immaculately clean, not so much as a leaf on it, and beautifully decorated with flowers carved into the stone wall that runs down the length of the stairs.
    Taking the last step your path then opens out into stunning gardens, all perfectly symmetrical and housing an array of bright flowers, some of which I’ve never seen before. Lizards, anything from tiny cute ones to huge slightly scary looking ones, laze about soaking in the sun; lying there as if it’s completely normal, mundane even, so sidestep a lizard on your way to breakfast.
    The breakfast bar is located near to the beach; the building is not as grand as the main foyer, but still pristine none-the-less. Inside there is a hot buffet which spreads the entire length of the room containing every cooked breakfast item from around the globe, as well as two further islands which hold masses of fresh exotic fruits, cereals, sweet breads, croissants, cheeses, really everything you could possibly imagine eating first thing in the morning.
    Loading up, I get cornflakes with a low fat cherry yogurt and a plate of fresh fruits, every one more juicy and sweet than the last. Once I’ve finished that I know I should be done, that alone was twice the amount I would normally have had at home, but the smell of bacon is so enticing, and it is all-inclusive after all. I am acutely aware that I am persuading myself into another plate, but I’m on holiday, so screw it. Getting up I walk across the room, subtly looking around to make sure no one has noticed my greedy faux-pas, luckily it looks as though everyone in there is too busy being equally as gluttonous to notice.
    So with a smile on my face I scoop up generous spoonfuls of scrambled egg, sausages, bacon, beans, grilled tomatoes, seriously anything they have on offer then return to my seat. As I’m walking over I see the table I thought I was at is laid out perfectly. For a minute I stop, I’m pretty sure my table was here but there is no sign of my empty bowl, plate and yogurt pot? Glancing over my shoulder I scan the other tables, in fairness they all look identical, looking back I spot my sunglasses on the table I had been heading to. It is my table; seriously they have cleared and re-laid it already? I’ve only been gone a minute, they are good, real good.
     
    I’ve well and truly polished off breakfast number two, now to figure out what I’m going to do with my time. On the wall next to the doors there is a large chart which runs down all the daily activities as well as the standard one available at all times. Amongst the options, they do varying dance classes, cookery classes in a range