Six-thirty in the morning. That is what my watch read. I was just a few steps onto the sprawling pool deck on our first morning in Cancun when I stopped dead in my tracks. The sun was barely throwing its first pink hues across the Caribbean Sea, and I had a fresh cup of coffee …
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It’s the dream of every all-inclusive vacationer, a rumor whispered with hope in travel forums and Facebook groups: the end of the “towel game.” Imagine a world where you don’t have to set a 6 a.m. alarm to sprint down to the pool and drape a towel over a lounger, claiming your territory like a …