Our son-in-law Jason graduated from BYU this month. We were hoping that they would move closer to us, but we were concerned that Melody might give up her job at Jet Blue. So we took advantage of our flying privileges and took a vacation to Cancun. We didn't know about the swine flu at the time. We stayed at a beautiful resort and I ate like a pig, but we didn't get the flu.
We fulfilled one of Nancy's lifelong dreams and swam with dolphins. We went snorkeling, visited Mayan ruins, ran zip lines, swam in cenotes and did some mountain biking. Pretty impressive for two grandparents. We had a wonderful time and came back in one piece.
After our most recent trip to Palmyra, I realized how remote and rural the area must have been the the early 1830s. The Mayan ruins that we visited in Mexico were covered in jungle and the native inhabitants of America were very primitave. There was no way for Joseph Smith to know about great cities with defensive walls, nor the ancient legends of a God that decended from heaven and promised to return. All of these realities that we saw in Cancun were revealed after Joseph published the Book of Mormon.
