No, I Wasn’t Kidnapped or Arrested in Mexico
November 29th, 2010It has been almost over two months since I've written my last blog post. There, I've said it. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, the pain only lasts for a second. Writing it is much worse than just thinking, "Wow, it's been awhile since I've written a blog post." I read an article from NPR that was about how doodling can help writer's block. I didn't doodle before writing this which made me feel like a freakin' genius.
Since I mentioned going to Mexico, I thought it would be best to use the title of this post to allay the fears of anyone who was afraid I'd been kidnapped by roving bands of thugs or was arrested for trying to smuggle an endangered bird out of the country by wrapping him in my beautifully sewn hammock that my husband swears will fit on our deck perfectly (the jury's still out). I'm home and completely unscathed except for a sunburn.
If you don't want to read anything about my wonderful vacation please skip the rest of this post until you get to the pictures below. Otherwise, read on for what may convince you that I work for the Tourism Board of Mexico. In case you weren't sure, Mexico is still amazing.
Day 1 – Arrive at rental house in Puerto Morelos via private SUV airport transportation after picking up beer and going to the ATM on the way. Met our host Ricardo and his dog Leon, got a tour of the house, found the tequila and the pre-stocked refrigerator and then the doorbell rang. Who can it be? Why, it's our private chef for the evening. He cooked, the boys chatted with him, the girls sat outside with our feet in the pool and then we were served a five course meal that included fish that was caught twelve hours earlier. Ceviche with conch, fish cooked in awesome little foil packets with veggies and butter and garlic inside, three different shrimp dishes, rice, tortillas made by the village tortilla man, salsa, and a dessert concoction with fresh strawberries and cream served in a margarita glass with a tequila float on top. Yes, we had tequila in our dessert. Yes, it was super awesome.
Day 2 - Wake up. Eat (share chorizo and eggs with Leon), swim in the pool, rinse in the outdoor shower, swim in the ocean. Repeat entire process beginning with "eat".
Day 3 - Repeat activities from day 2. The boys go into town to find tortillas and beer. We bring in chaise lounges from the pool into the living room to watch old movies during rain storm.
We were there for seven days. Maybe I'll continue my recap in my next post, if I feel like it. This is making me want to catch the next flight out of SFO to Cancun so I'm not sure if I can make it through another post about this without skipping town and finishing the post from Mexico.
For now, I'll just leave you with some images that are currently making me angry that I have to wear a jacket when I go outside.
*By the way, the image of the dog was taken while he was running about ten feet from the back gate of our rental house. Yeah, I'm super stoked to think about that during our unseasonably cold Northern California winter.











