A little late in the game for a Cancun spring break but I managed to fit it in before 26 years of age (does that count for something?). I was fortunate enough to be invited to play the free-loading-mysterious(who's the Boston chick?)-pseudo-girlfriend role last weekend at a tropical resort in Cancun. No complaints on my end. My date, a Philly guy stricken with severe ADD, and I appeared as if we had minimal association with each other unless there was a work-affiliated camera in sight. Enthused by the idea of being surrounded by free cocktails and endless buffet selections, toasty sand and ferocious waves and a slew of activity options at no charge, our separate entities took full charge. Although we registered as a couple to go ziplining through a canopy and mountain biking to a lagoon, Philly led the pack while I ambled along with a family of 5. Not only were we capable and willing to go our self-chosen paths, but I was flooded with pity and attention for being 'left to my own devices'. Does it get better than that?
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