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Cancun, Mexico, April 14, 2026

Today was Tuesday and I had to return to the nail girl to finish my pedicure. She is a very nice young girl, but possibly the slowest nail technician I have ever met. I also have never seen a nail technician use their own finger to smear something sticky on the nail fill acrylic area. Nor have I ever had brown mud and salt rubbed on my forearms. I was asked to remove all of my jewelry. Fat chance of that! I haven’t had my wedding ring off my ring finger in years. My ring finger was jumped on back in high school when playing intramural basketball (thanks, Judy Postel!) and the joint buckled backwards and is now permanently enlarged. For a while in the 60s I wore a brace thing to try to force my ring finger to lie flat.

I took off my watch and the fun continued. I did not enjoy the mud, which had something to do with a coupon I had inadvertently found in a coupon book and was apparently representative of some ancient Mayan manicure. All I know is that, after I had been there since quarter of 4 p.m. (nobody but me in the shop for 15 minutes) on Monday, waiting, Valeria entered and we snail moved into action. There was one other woman getting a pedicure, but she spoke Spanish,. I do not speak Spanish, so it was a quiet 2 hours.

La Isla Aquarium.

The manicurist took a LOOONG time and at 6 p.m. I finally suggested the splitting of the pedicure part off to the next day, as we had 7-ish restaurant reservations and I still had not had a shower nor changed my clothes. I never did have enough time to do either of those things. I did them today, after the postponed pedicure. At least the chairs DID massage you, which was very good news, as my back has been hurting, which my daughter would say is because of the mattresses. (I blame it on old age. Mine, not the mattress.)

We went to La Isla tonight to an Italian restaurant that has been in business for 40 years, Cenacola. We had a hard time finding it, as our cabbie failed to mention that there were 2 La Isla Mall sections and we were wandering around floor 2 of the wrong part.

I  asked 3 people for directions to this restaurant, after the cab driver gave us a bum steer. I had not been to La Isla for years. It has changed about as much as the airport, which bears no resemblance to the airport we flew into in 1990. La Isla is a very high end mall with every brand name you can think of, but very few people actually shopping in those stores or buying anything. Sadly, I have learned that the one remaining store that sold perfume in Kukulcaan Plaza near us is moving to La Isla next year.

Wedding on the beach.

Royal Sands, view from F5517.

Tomorrow, a massage at 3 and fried chicken, which is how we began this adventure.

Thursday, the Veranda, where we dined last Thursday on beef and chicken, which was good.

The weather this week is windier and in the high 70s. It was in the low eighties last week and there was very little wind.

Back in Illinois and Iowa, tornado warnings.

 

Vacationing in Cancun, April 4-11, with the Family

Connie, Craig, Stacey, Will at Nicoletta’s.

Pensive.

Cancun, Mexico.

Ava.

Elise.

Elise & Ava.

Elise.

Ava & Elise, horsing around.

Elise, son Scott, Ava at the Royal Sands pool.

Cancun at the Royal Sands, April 4-18, 2026

We’ve been coming to Cancun since about 1990.

We first stayed at the Fiesta Americana Condessa for 2 years. Then, we rented at the Royal Mayan for 2 years Then Ricardo, our enterprising sales guy, suggested that we should purchase a unit at the Royal Islander, which had not been open long.

We purchased Unit #4492, which was a penthouse unit, and we enjoyed that unit every year until the entire Islander went back to the state (Mexico) 2 years ago. The view was unrivaled, as there is no other Royal property that was 9 stories tall, but our unit was perched atop the store and looked out at the beautiful multi-colored blue ocean. We still miss the Islander. And, for that matter, the days of wandering from the Caribbean (gone) to the Mayan (gone) to the Islander are long gone and so is our favorite restaurant, Captain’s Cove.

When the Islander went back to the state, we decided to try to purchase a second unit at the Royal Sands on the secondary market. The Royal Sands had opened in 2000. The lease is for 50 years, whereas the Islander was either 25 or 30.  So a unit bought when we purchased a second week to replace the Islander was purchased before we found out that the Holiday Inn was buying up the Royal Resorts chain.

The restaurants at the Islander were superior to the Sands (especially the Conquistador, which moved there from the Mayan when it closed) and, by the time we purchased a second unit on the first floor of the Sands, we had already been coming here for something like 10 years—although not always at a place we owned. Now, we have been coming back every Easter for roughly 36 years. Gone are many of the amenities we used to enjoy, like the Taco parties on Tuesdays and the open bar party with limbo contests. On the other hand, this year they are not pressuring us to come to a meeting to try to sell us a unit, because, as of now, the PTB would prefer that all owners, like us, fork over our units so that the desk can charge whatever the traffic will bear to rent them out. We really don’t know what the daily rate is here (although we should ask) but I know that at the Pueblo Bonito chain in Mazatlan it is something like $483 a night.We pay maintenance fees, which have steadily risen from about $500 a year to 3x that much, but that is still quite a bit less than the bill would be to pay $500 a night for a week.

Front: Jesse, Joy, Ava and Elise; middle row – Will Allison, Stacey (Wilso), Norma (Jessica’s Mom), Jessica; back row: Steve Nelson,me (blonde), Regina Nelson, Craig Wilson, Scott Wilson.

We see changes every year, and some are improvements. There is now a children’s park outside our B5108 unit, which used to be a tranquil garden. Not sure that’s an improvement, but the little people probably like it. We miss restaurants that have closed and we don’t go downtown that much any more, especially after the unrest in Puerto Vallarta. It seems calm here, although, sadly, we have watched the decline and fall of Kukulcaan Plaza over the years. It used to be a bustling mall and we still like to dine at Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse within it, but, aside from the make-up and perfume and purses you can purchase at the end of the mall closest to us, there isn’t much left open inside. The other mall, La Isla, was always the “high end” mall, but we haven’t been there yet. The teenagers chose to go to a place called the Market on their shopping spree, so we have no recent reports of changes there.

It was very sad when the Islander reverted to the state of Mexico, and they are now making it into another All Inclusive place. I don’t like anything about the idea of HAVING to eat every meal at just one place, and I also want to be able to throw together a quick lunch or breakfast, if I feel the need. The places that have redone themselves have often ripped out the kitchens entirely and have made the bathrooms fancier. This is not what I would have wanted if I had a young family, and it does not really scream “Improvement.”

We prefer having a full kitchen and pots and pans and plates so that we can make breakfasts and lunches, if we choose (not to mention snacks). We go out to very nice restaurants at night, and we sometimes order food around the pool or at the beach, but we don’t like HAVING to eat all meals here at the Royal Sands, which, as owners, we don’t have to do.

Will (Allison) and Stacey (Wilson).

On Saturday everybody else (13 people total) will fly home.

We will become just an old couple doddering around on our own, reading books and watching our Super Box and probably dining much less fancily.

The weather has been wonderful and, so far, the sale that took place last year of the entire Royal family to Holiday Inn Vacation Rentals has not made a huge difference, although the place seems busier than normal, even though it is Easter break time.

It will be easier to move from the first floor to the fifth floor to the unit we purchased 2 years ago. We used to have to take everything down to the Islander by cab, but since the Royal Mayan bit the dust, the Royal Caribbean became Uno, and the Royal Islander is temporarily closed and under construction the only Royal Properties left are the Royal Sands and the old one downtown and the Royal Hacienda, which is way out of town.

This year my son has his 17-year old twins and two of their friends, Joy and Jesse, and we have our daughter and her fiance, Will, in our unit. Son Scott also has his mother-in-law in tow and there was one day of shopping and there has been one day at the spa for a massage.

We have had game night here twice, which has been Balderdash, Fish Bowl and euchre. Except for a semi-fall onto my bad knee last night at Porfirio’s, there have been no horror stories. I asked for (and got) ice immediately and sat with ice on my knee throughout the serving portion of the festivities. Fortunately, aside from a bruise on my wrist when I caught myself on a chair, I have been able to walk normally and did not re-injure the already fragile left knee.

 

Cancun, Easter, 2025

Ava Wilson (and friend).

Elise Wilson (and friend).

I  admit that I have been on vacation. Cancun beckoned, but, sadly, the perfect weather and laid-back vibe at the Royal Resorts is giving way to the advancing heat of Texas, where a giant rat snake was recently pictured climbing a wall near our house. I enjoyed the remarks from the neighborhood group, who pointed out that it was a harmless rat snake, but also asked, “Which way did it go?”

I wanted to share these photos of Ava and Elise, because they look absolutely beautiful in them–even though they are from a year ago. This is what a sophomore in high school looks like, Folks.

 

Meanwhile, the full moon over the Veranda restaurant with the daughter sets a mood.

It’s been real and it’s been 30 years of home away from home.

Puerto Madeiro restaurant.

Stacey and me, Veranda Restaurant, Royal Sands

Thanks, Feedspot: Celebrating in Cancun

 

Cancun family group: (L to R) Steve, Regina, emma, Chris, essica, Elise, Connie Craig, Ava, Stacey and Scott.

Cancun, 2025.

Before posting some photos from the vacation week of last week in Cancun, I’d like to call your attention to the new “badge” on the right of my blog, which names WeeklyWilson to the Top 100 Movie Blogs. My thanks to Feedspot, which contacted me regarding this and, as of right now, has not asked for nor received Cent One. Thanks for the recognition of the from-the-Red-Carpet shots at SXSW, Sundance, Chicago, Nashville, and elsewhere.

The Royal Sands.

 

Last week about a dozen of us wined and dined in Cancun, hitting Harry’s, Sisal, the J.W. Marriott restaurant, the beach and the Royal Sands, our “home away from home.” The Royal Sands opened in 2000, but we owned at the Royal Islander since the 90s (lost it 2 years ago to the state) and stayed at the Mayan and the Fiesta Americana Condessa for a couple years prior. We’ve been coming for 30 years and only missed one year in those three decades. (I banked the week we didn’t come and went to Puerto Vallarta with Joan Clark , a high school classmate, and Pan Hall, a work colleague.

On Friday night we attended a Michael Jackson show put on by our resort, which now is part of the Holiday Inn Vacation Resorts. We got to experience the brand new children’s water park right outside our door for the first time. It’s been under construction since last year, but now it is open. It’s hard to figure out when, exactly, it is open, however. It seems to close early and open late, which is fine with me.

Full moon over pool on Italian buffet night.

 

Guests in our group arrived from New York, Boston, Nashville, Chicago, Austin and some were missing a small amount of school time (sophomore year).

The flight over from Austin (in our case) was two and one-half hours and it was 87 upon arrival. Meanwhile, the group that departed for New York today had snow and 40 degree temperatures to look forward to.

Ava, Stacey and Elise at Harry’s.

 

Just enjoying the moments and living life.

Cancun, 2024, Is In the Books

This will be a stream-of-consciousness column from Cancun—sunny, windy Cancun, Mexico.

This is either our 29th or 30th straight year of spending two weeks in Cancun at Royal Resorts time shares we purchased in the nineties. Last year was our last year at the Penthouse 9th floor digs (#4492) and the Royal Islander has been sold in its entirety to Holiday Inn Vacation Clubs.

When we first started coming to Cancun we stayed at the Fiesta Americana Condessa, which still exists. We needed 2 rooms, one for the kids, who were then 7 and 26. We stayed there for 2 years, but beach-front rooms cost us $3,000  30 years ago. No kitchen. And no connecting rooms the second year, which was a real problem, because the then-7-year old couldn’t open the doors by herself and her brother was off hitting the nightspots.

Our third year in Cancun we rented a unit at the Royal Mayan from a woman from Indianapolis who dropped a Big Gulp cup on my foot while showing pictures of the unit to those who had stayed in it that week.

An enterprising salesman named Ricardo pointed out that buying into the then-new Royal Islander would give us almost 30 years of time before Mexico took it back, while the Mayan clock had been ticking for a while. He was right.

The Mayan is no more and has become a different hotel entirely with a name like the Emporium. Meanwhile, the Islander is off the market right now and I’m not sure if it is going to be retooled as another resort or made into apartments or what. All I know is that the fantastic walk to our penthouse unit (the highest floor that the Royals ever built was #9) will be missed. We loved our time there.

It used to be that a fixed-week time share owner could stroll from the Royal Mayan to the Caribbean to the Royal Islander and, ultimately, to the Royal Sands. There were dining rooms at each of the properties, which would have made an All Inclusive deal slightly more attractive. The Conquistador has closed as has Captain’s Cove and both were traditions for us.

Now, there is just the Veranda and Sisal and they are supposed to be building more restaurants, which, if they are going to continue to push people onto the A.I. plan, they are going to need. We prefer eating breakfast and dinner in our unit, from food that we can buy locally at the Soriano market within Kukulcaan Plaza (or at the small resort store, for a much higher price). We like to dine out at the nice restaurants in the evening, although doing so with 13 to 17 people is quite the challenge. This is still my Paradise on Earth, “the poor man’s Hawaii” and I remind all in the family that it was MY find and we’ll be deeding this family tradition on to the son and daughter until the year 2050, which will mean when our oldest child (father of the twins) is 82–older than we are now, even.

Now, within the Royal Sands, we move from the first floor to the fifth floor and we have a decent view of the ocean, but not the spectacular penthouse view we had at the Islander. Still, time marches on and we are adjusting to our new digs this week.

The son and wife and granddaughters had to leave a day early. Elise had a volleyball tournament in Dallas. Go, Elise! They are still playing as I write this.

The daughter left today (picture below) traveling back to her home in Nashville and her job with SW Airlines.

We have five more days in Paradise. Here are some photos. Enjoy.


Daughter Stacey and granddaughter Elise Wilson in Cancun, Mexico.

Texas to Illinois: 1,000 Miles in 4 Days (and You Are There)

We begin our journey from Texas to Illinois tomorrow.

We returned from Mexico (Cancun) on April 23rd and now we are battening the hatches in our Manchaca residence until the Family Fest, which usually coincides with the Fourth of July, which is only a couple of months away. (Plus, we come down earlier to help get ready for it.)

I have scheduled myself into the breast cancer center of the University of Iowa on May 6th to tell them what has happened to me, so far, since a diagnosis of breast cancer on Pearl Harbor Day. After 2 EKGs, one chest X-ray, one MRI, one echocardiogram, one radioactive injection for a sentinel lymph node biopsy, a lumpectomy, 124 Cephalexan pills for a “seroma” (rhymes with “aroma” but not nearly as fun: an infection, post surgery) and time to heal up, I now face radiation for 33 days. I will have a CAT scan (and a bone density scan) on May 2, the day after our return to the Illinois Quad Cities. The actual radiation needs to get started by May 12 so that I can finish up just in time to fly back to Austin for the Fourth of July, with tickets purchased for June 30th. (I hope I’m not as tired as I was after one week with 17 relatives in Mexico!)

But enough boring health stuff. I do want to alert folks that I’m going to be participating, in one way or another, in a lot of film festivals, with reviews to appear here:

1) The Chicago International Film Festival, which I have covered for over 20 years. It ends on Oct. 23rd and I’ll be there for the duration.

Scott Beck and Bryan Woods, screenwriters of “A Quiet Place,” the morning after the film opened SXSW in 2018 with Connie at Starbucks.

2)  The Austin Film Festival that commences on Aug. 27th. This is a “writers festival” and writers from television and movies are invited to tell “how to do it.” Last year, (Scott) Beck and (Bryan) Woods from the Quad Cities were invited to appear, based on their screenwriting for “A Quiet Place.” I wanted to participate then, but the dates overlapped with Chicago, so I couldn’t. This year, I can do both, if I get on a plane after Chicago ends.

3) The Denver International Film Festival, which is in early November.

4)  Sun Dance Film Festival in Idaho, via video.

And, as usual, I’m planning on covering SXSW in Austin in March, as I have done for the past several years.

Now, for your viewing pleasure, here are some photos of  Cancun, Mexico, which  I shot with my

brand new IPhone 13. Enjoy!

Nicoletta Italian restaurant.

The Royal Islander

Cancun, Mexico, September 18th-October 2nd, 2021

It’s been a while since I’ve been around to post. I was in Cancun and these pictures will give you a rough idea of what I’ve been doing.

Captain’s Cove at sunset. Cancun, Mexico.

Here we are dining in style at Captain’s Cove: (L to R) me, Craig, Stacey and Scott.

 

Aside from a sun burn I sustained 2 days before we left, the 2 weeks were uneventful.

We learned that the Royal Sands is putting in 2 new whirlpools, which bodes well for our April return, and we were only a unit or 2 away from our own assigned unit (C5108), as we were in B5107 and B5106.

The Welcome Party is still defunct, as is the Tuesday taco party for members.

Here is a shot from Harry’s, right across the street from our lodgings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Royal Sands, April 3-10, 2021

Daughter Stacey and granddaughters Elise (l) and Ava (r).

Week One in Cancun is in the history books.

We visited several extremely fancy (and equally pricey) restaurants, including “Harry’s,” “Tabu,” “Rosa Negra” (the Black Rose), Captain’s Cove and the Veranda at the Royal Sands.

The daughter and the grandchildren encountered a pig on the beach, being walked by its owner. Naturally, photo opportunities arose.

Our room (C5108) became party central for games and we played euchre, poker, Balderdash, Code Words, and other games.

Uncle Mark (Wilson) arrived from St. Louis a few days in and left a few days early. All of the Covid-19 tests required came back negative and, of our party of 12, only Jessica, Chris Poffenbarger and the granddaughters had not received at least one shot. Masks are required at the facility, but not around the pool. The crowds appear to be about half what they normally would be, but the restaurants mentioned above are teeming with patrons, who are being bombarded by high decibel noise.

The son and daughter-in-law and granddaughters and daughter left today (for Austin and Nashville,

Stacey holds Moira, the pig.

respectively). The Poffenbargers left for St. Louis and Macomb, Illinois.

The weather was sunny every day, but especially windy and, for the first 5 days, I did not get in the pool (nor, in some cases, remove my cover-up) because it was not that hot. On one day (Tuesday) the women visited the spa. I had an aromatherapy massage and, for the first time, I was not pummeled into a week of pain. The daughter has shared that the foot reflexology massage was her favorite.

On Wednesday Scott rented a boat that carried ten of the group out to go snorkeling.

I’m not a big fan of snorkeling. I did not ever get it quite “right” when we visited Hawaii, and I haven’t gotten it right since. Getting in and out of the boat has always been a challenge and I really don’t like fish rubbing against my body, which actually happened in Hawaii when we took a bag of frozen peas and lured fish toward us at Hanama Bay. It’s not a good memory.

For those reasons and others, I did not accompany the group that went out on the boat (which, also, cost $180 an hour). Craig hit his head hard on something on the boat and has a big scab on the top of his head now. He and Mark also commented on the strong current in the ocean, where the snorkeling led them.

Beach at the Royal Sands.

The boat captain also noticed their distress in a strong ocean current). Stacey cut her foot on the sharp coral while swimming back to potentially render aid. The hole in the bottom of her foot concerned me for the rest of her time with us, as I got cellulitis through a sore foot a few years ago, and it was not a laughing matter.

But all have returned home to the U.S. safely, save us. One more week in Paradise.

Cancun, Mexico.

Cancun, April 3-10, 2021.

Elise holds Moira.

Week Two in Cancun, Mexico at the Royal Islander Commences

Cancun, Mexico.

Week Two in Cancun commences.

“Game of Thrones” premieres tonight, so the entire idea of dining out and about in Cancun will give way to a chicken dinner delivered to and eaten in the room. One of the nice features of the Royal Resorts is that we have two U.S.  television channels, one from Detroit and one from Jacksonville, Florida. Therefore, we aren’t missing out on favorite programs.

Ava & Elise in Cancun. Elise (r) won at euchre.

Week One ended with a family euchre tournament in which a 10-year-old (Elise) bested the field.

Week Two commenced with sending the son and his family back home to Austin, despite reports of tornado winds and bad rain. The daughter made it out and returned to Nashville. The niece and husband presumably are back in Boston. The Illinois contingent, as well.

Evening out in Cancun.

So, this year, during week two, we will try out two new restaurants: Fred’s (seafood) and L’Angostino’s (Italian, within the J.W. Mariott). The other restaurants will be staples: Captain’s Cove, The Conquistador (formely of the Royal Mayan, now located at the Royal Islander).

We learned some news about our penthouse unit at the Royal Islander while here, at a meeting. We bought it in 1994, although we had been coming to Cancun since 1991 and staying at the Fiesta Americana Condessa and rented one year at the Royal Mayan. In 1997 we bought a week at the Royal Sands (just over).

Our time share at the Royal Islander will return to the state in 5 years, when the 30 years is up. We are now at 25 years and counting. After this year, we will only have 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024 and then we will have to rent at the Sands or make other arrangements.

Over the years, the upkeep on our time share(s) has been quite good, although the replacement of art work at the Royal Islander in recent years took out tasteful pictures and replaced them with questionable paintings that resemble nothing so much as paintings on velvet.

Good times with the wacky daughter and her dad (Harry’s in Cancun).

Still, the unique view of the ocean from 9 floors up (the highest any Royal property goes) and the central location in the property makes 4492 like “home away from home.” We will miss it and it will mark a passage from young to middle-aged to old, in many ways, since the turning over will mark a span of 30 years of vacationing in the same spot at Easter, which moved from one week to two in 1997.

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