Randomocity and Traveller’s Log Wrap Up

Lately Bridget can be found at any given time trying to shove all her fingers in her mouth. And this often causes her to gag a little bit. We figure at some point she’ll stop doing it. Today may have been that day. As we were driving to the gym, I heard her gag and then the unmistakable sound of vomiting. I looked at her in the rear view mirror and saw the projectile stream go down in her lap. Luckily it was mostly water, and we had just a few minutes before I was due to meet Trainer Dave, so I just kept driving. Is that wrong? Anyway, we got to the gym and she had only a little bit of it on her shirt, and it was all the water she had just been drinking. She didn’t smell like puke so off we went, into the toddler corral they call the child care center. An hour later, she was none the worse for it and had not hurled or anything. I know. I’m on the short list for the Mother of the Year award.

I am in the midst of a bout of PMS that might shift the earth on its axis. I saw this the other day on I Can Has Cheezburger and it’s really apropos today.

Now, back to the Mexico trip. Day #3 started out with more AC problems. Seriously? Didn’t they just “fix” this? But in the middle of the night on our second night, it started crapping out. And honestly, the problem was not the temperature but the humidity would skyrocket, which would make the sheets stick to us, and that was especially painful on a sunburn. Ouch. So we asked for and got yet another room. This is room #3 for those of you keeping score at home. Then we were off to Mercado 28. Which housed a lot of crap. And some jewelry. But mostly crap. We bought some jewelry, and our requisite travel Christmas Ornament. We call him Santos Claus. For dinner that night we took a cab off property to go to dinner. We saw a few of the other resorts that I almost chose and I wondered if anyone there was having the AC problems we were having. We ate at a lovely restaurant where the specialty was lobster, so I ordered it despite my sneaking suspicion that I don’t like lobster. And sadly I was right. That was an expensive lesson to learn. Back at the hotel, AC #3 had crapped out as well. Really??? So we had a stealthy midnight move to yet another room.

Day #4 was spent in much the same way as Day #2. On the beach, under the same exact cabana, reading books, eating and drinking. And then periodic spells of playing in the ocean. We both forgot that sunburn is much easier to get when you are so close to the equator, and we both ended up with some odd sunburn patterns, even though we were using sunscreen. Oh well. The AC was not going well, but I was too tired to complain about it anymore. The room was cool, but still very humid. At the end of the day, I was missing Bridget madly and really considering seeing if there was a flight out Thursday night instead. But decided it was too late. So our last night in Cancun was kind of a letdown - the resort restaurant I really wanted to eat at was closed that night. WTF? Oh well. We went to bed early.

Our last day was as dull as our last night. We ate a leisurely breakfast, secured ourselves a late check-out and read our books in our room until it was time to meet the shuttle to the airport. We ate the best guacamole of our lives at Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville in the airport, and perused the duty-free store for a while. We got another upgrade on our return flight, which was nice. But about an hour into the flight, I was just tapping my foot and wondering if that damn plane could please GO ANY FASTER?? But we did make it home and got to see Bridget that night before she went to bed.

So all in all, the trip was great. It was exactly what we wanted - relaxation and no diapers to change. Cancun is like a blend of Las Vegas and Bourbon Street. I don’t think I’d ever go back to Cancun but maybe Playa del Carmen. It’s such a quick trip and it’s lovely. I’m still crafting my reviews for Trip Advisor and Travelocity about the resort. I can’t decide if our expectations were too high or what. But we’ll see. OH! And I forgot to mention Thong Watch 2008. I lost track of how many we spotted - I think it was maybe six or eight - but trust me that only one woman we saw in one should actually have been in one. Well, no one should be in one but she at least looked decent in it. The best though was the woman in the thong bottom, no bikini top and a pashmina wrapped around her shoulders for modesty’s sake. Mexico, man. It’s a crazy place.

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