Montreal Memories Club Med Extravaganza

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Hands up - Baby - Hands Up!

Barry Zbar, Lisa Audrey Cohen and Gena Ray (of Group Ideal Travel)proudly announce the Very First MONTREAL MEMORIES CLUB MED EXTRAVAGANZA.

THINK...All - Inclusive (yep booze too), tropical Cancun on a private peninsula, lots of Ocean, the Montreal Memories Folks (you), laughing, dancing, eating (while talking about eating because hey we are Montrealers) all together in one special place for one special time.

Who is BARRY ZBAR? Founder and Fearless Leader of Montreal Memories.

Who is Ideal Travel? Montreal based - 30+ years - Quebec's Largest Independent Travel Management Company.

Who is Gena Ray? The official Montreal Memories Travel Professional.

Who is Lisa Audrey Cohen? Writer in Residence - Montreal Memories - 20+ years in Adventure Travel.

THE RESORT ROCKS!

All - Inclusive (meals, booze, welcome cocktail just for MM, airport shuttle, membership, all sports and boating, etc.)

Located and built on a Private Peninsula

Fully renovated air conditioned rooms with Flat Screen TV and all other comforts and amenities.

3 Restaurants

4 Bars including a Pool Bar (in case you want to drink a Pina Colada while doing the Breast Stroke)

2 Pools, Fitness Centre, Tennis, Boutique, Spa, Excursions

Water skiing, Kayaking, Wake boarding, Circus, Sailing, Snorkeling, Windsurfing and Latin Dance Classes (and the first Montreal Memories - So You Think You Can Dance)

WHERE'S THE BEEF?

You want shtick? You've got it. Get ready to reminisce. The rest is a secret. I love secrets.

WHEN: October 6-13th, 2012

WHERE: Club Med Cancun Yucatan, Mexico

Costs From:

$1849 per person based on double occupancy

$2089 single occupancy

Includes Direct Flights from Montreal or Toronto

From $999 Land Only

There are Limited Spaces - Call us - We'll take care of the rest!

Gena Ray - Ideal Travel - 514-342-9554 x 312 or Toll Free 1-800-342-9554

MONTREAL MEMORIES BRINGING GOOD PEOPLE TOGETHER FOR A GOOD TIME

I wonder if they have smoked meat Burritos? Hmm... I'm hungry.

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