Day 2: Saturday
As we arrived to check in the day before, we were enticed by
the offer of a free breakfast buffet, a free massage, two free tickets to
Tulum, and 10% off our entire room charges for just 50 minutes of our time. Now
we knew what this was going to be, but we decided it would be worth it for the
freebies we would be given and we scheduled a 10:30 sit down the next morning.
This brings us to day two of our honeymoon. We were able to
enjoy a morning of sleeping in after a long day of traveling. Now it was off to
have our free breakfast. We were whisked off on a tram to another end of our
resort. We were bounced from one person to another until one of them took us up
to another building where we were seated in a very cold and noisy room with no
breakfast food in the grasp of any of our senses. A young very approachable
lady is sat down with us and asks what we were told about today. We told her we
were told of free breakfast and about 50 minutes of our time. She said, “Well
breakfast will come later and we are required 90 minutes of your time.” There
was the boom that we were waiting for. We get sucked in with the promises of
free gifts, but we will have to sacrifice our morning to a time-share pitch.
After all was said and done: after the tour of the nice
rooms, after the enticing exciting news of a Cirque du Soleil show coming to
the resort, after finally getting our wonderful breakfast, it was now time to
talk business. The young lady completely barking up the wrong tree here started
drawing us a picture of everything we could have when we invested in this
company. Keep in mind we told her several times: A. “We are a legal secretary
and a teacher.” B. “We are newly weds on our honeymoon.” C. “We only get 2
weeks a year of vacation time.” D. “This is our first ever vacation and we do
not know how often we plan on vacationing together in the future because again
B. WE ARE NEWLY WEDS ON OUR HONEYMOON!” She proceeded to tell us that we would
get two weeks every year for using all of the room that we would get, or we
could break the room in half and have 4 WEEKS OF VACATION A YEAR! May I remind
you of letters C and D??? Whatever… we move on from that and the fact that we
can also trade our room for any other partnering company’s many hotels all over
the world.
Does all of this sound too good to be true yet? Good because
that is what we were thinking too and we were right. All of this (that we don’t
even need) can be ours for the grand entrance cost of $68,000! Ahem… Letters A
and B need to be addressed again along with the rest of the information you
asked for at the beginning of this spiel.
After saying “no” for what seemed like the 70th
time of prices being whittled down to an amount we still couldn’t afford, they
did something really dumb. They took the nice lady away and shuffled us on to a
very scary woman. I mean this lady was giving me the heebie jeebies. Her skin
was very leathery and wrinkly, the effects from what I assume are too many
years with this particular job and location. She even talked to us like she was
annoyed with us, which made her sound even scarier. She worked her magic
sorcery and presented us with the final offer of $1,700. We contemplated for a
fifth of a millisecond and said our final NO!
Well since they were not going to squeeze any money out of
us, they shuffled us out the door and pointed in the direction, which we were
to go and claim our free gifts. 3 hours later, we had everything we were
promised. It wasn’t the most fun I ever had, but it wasn’t a horrible
experience either. At least now I can say I have a better understanding of how
the world of time-shares works.
Now what were we to do with the rest of our day? Go hang out
by the pool of course! First we stopped in and had a bite to eat at a
restaurant by the pool and had some delicious guacamole and some seafood ceviche
complete with octopus. (The seafood lover in me is going to love this place) We
had also arrived in time for happy hour, which means you get two drinks for the
price of one, this new information will end up being our downfall on day three…
stay tuned.
Mrs. Imparato
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