The first "X": You don't run across many islands with their own goddess. One is Cyprus, the home of the Greek love goddess Aphrodite. Another is Cozumel, a spot on the Mexican Caribbean where the Maya goddess Ixchel doled out love, fertility and lots of offspring.
Flying to Mexico for some fun in the sun at Playa del Carmen? Or maybe to Charlotte Amalie down on St. Thomas? Or to Lake Louise up in Canada? Or to Victoria Falls over in Africa? Or to Beverly Hills to spend a week with your rich uncle?
Emerging from a cool plunge in the deep blue sea of Banderas Bay, I settle back in our little motorboat, which gently rocks side to side as it glides towards densely forested cliffs and an intensely azure grotto.
While the Riviera Maya is often considered an inexpensive hub for those seeking boozy fun in the sun, there has been a growing trend in travelers who are opting to leave the cushy confines of all-inclusive resorts and explore the more authentic, enriching, and unique areas of the region.
Here on the Riviera Maya, on the Eve of Destruction, ominous signs of the end of the world are everywhere. Yes, it seems that in this tourist mecca of surf and sand, the Mayan prophesies of the End of Days are being heeded.