Traveling to Dreams Tulum, I had my first experience using a kids club at a resort. I had not planned to do it, and thought we’d continue with our family togetherness vacations that had worked well in the past.
When we arrived at Dreams Tulum, we had lunch at Seaside Grill and then headed for the pool. For a family resort, I wondered where all the kids were. I soon found out they were in camp. How horrible of these parents to come to this beautiful resort and stick their kids in camp! I would soon eat those words.
The first day we spent together at the pool, and that night we went to the Mexican Fiesta dinner and show. The kids were on stage banging a piñata and having a great time. I was surprised at how the Explorer’s Camp leaders knew all the kids (except mine), and how the kids willingly left with them to go on to the next activity.
The second day as we were sitting by the pool, the Explorer’s Camp leaders, dressed in camp uniforms, marched past us, blowing whistles, waving, smiling, calling kids’ names, and all the kids went running. My son put on his shoes and ran over to join the fun. They were taking the kids back to camp to play games and do a fun craft. I thought my son was too young, so I told him no. He begged and the leaders assured me he’d be fine, and if not, they would call me to get him. So we let him “march” back to the camp with the other kids. My husband followed behind, hiding in the trees until he got safely in the camp. And you know what I did? Nothing! I took a nap on the beach, something I had not done in years.
When we picked him up, my son said “see you tonight” to his new friends at camp. The leaders had planned evening events, and he was invited. I told them (again) that I thought he was too young. They suggested we have dinner at El Patio Restaurant, then drinks at the Sugar Reef Bar, so we could see him on the beach, but assured me they would watch him. So, that is exactly what we did. We had a relaxing dinner and he had a great time with kids from around the world. They had a scavenger hunt, played relay races, ate pizza, then watched a movie on the beach. There were kids aged three to about twelve when we were there. And the Explorer’s Camp leaders kept them all in line. Each day my son asked to go back to camp, and I felt safe leaving him there. The leaders wore uniforms so they were easily identifiable. They had a registration book to sign the kids in and out; they always knew how to reach us, and we knew how to reach them.
Through the week, my son made a Mexican mask, painted pottery, was in a sandcastle competition, went to a “kids only” private dinner in the restaurant, danced at the kids’ disco, and so much more. He loved meeting kids from other countries and he loved those Explorer’s Camp leaders! So much so, on the last day he asked to bring them home! Believe me, I wanted to. It was a fun and relaxing vacation for all of us.