Black Magic Sanction (Rachel Morgan, Book 8) have to remember to go over to my library and pay the fine I owe for forgetting to return a kids cd-rom then I can finally get Black Magic Sanction book 8 in a series. This series of books rocks. I really love it, thax to Barbara who clued me into the series when she posted that the first book was free for kindle.
I'm also looking forward to the next book in the Mercy Thompson series. I love heroines!
Okay back to Cancun. The picture of me outside our room is right before we went to dinner on Friday night. We stood in line for the most popular/exclusive restaurant at the resort, which just means we had to wait in line, it wasn't like we couldn't get a table unless we knew someone. So we wound up have dinner with a bunch of other people at this restaurant that was called like Mo No Mama or something. The restaurant has Japanese/Asian Cuisine. They have chopsticks, if you want a fork, you've got to request it. Somewhat strangely in keeping with the Asian theme, the Mexican hostess has to wear a kimono. At least she doesn't have to bind her feet, she was pretty crabby already. I just looked at the chopsticks and tried to hold them like a couple pencils, and thought about trying to stab the maki rolls on the table. Lucky for me, my wonderful Tastefully Simple Sponsor, showed me how to hold the sticks and better yet explained to me how to hold them. So there I was grabbing sushi with my chopsticks, I am worldly now, I am wielding chopsticks.
I took a second roll and popped into my mouth with out dropping it. Quite exciting. I held back from eating more sushi to make sure I had plenty of room for my entree, something that sounded like Beef Gideon. The waiter gave us our plates with some flourish and the entree sizes were reasonable vrs. the usual 4 servings on one plate you find at restaurant here in the States. I even had a most yummy Mai Tai with my meal. Then all of a sudden , I was done. I couldn't take one more bit of my entree and I broke out in a sweat when asked about dessert. I felt terrible. So terrible I was afraid I'd puke on the way back to the room. I was in bed with the covers over my head by 930pm.
The next night we went back to the same restaurant because it was the best one at the resort, IMO, and Tom wanted to go back. When we were seated Sat night, I looked at the maki rolls on the menu and realized why I was sick on Friday night. All of the sushi rolls they serve, include avocados. So the food their is great, it was me with the allergic reaction. Tom was relieved to find out it was me and not the food.
Actually on Saturday night we were supposed to eat with the same fantastic crowd as the night before, but we didn't make it to the restaurant to be seated with them because the door fell off our room. The humidity had rotted the wood around the hinges and the door was almost completely off. It is the door's fault I fell for the second time. With the door broken we could close our door and in between the time when the door broke and the maintenance guy showed up to fix it, which he couldn't, he thought it was a lock problem not a wood problem. Whilst we were waiting for him, every surface of our room became slick with moisture from all the humid air now streaming in to it. This fact was made clear to us when I got off the bed, and on my second step to the dresser. Splat on the floor goes me. Tom was dumbfounded. One second I was standing, the next I wiped out. That is when we noticed our room floor had turned into a hockey rink. This was completely apropos, as Tom was watching Blackhawks highlights on the laptop. Just in case you were wondering if it was the floor or mai tais, I don't need any drinks to fall, apparently I am super good at falling w/o any help.
They couldn't fix our door, so we moved down the hall to a new room, which was nice, the bellman moved our stuff and we got fresh towels and soap. Because of the way the resort rooms angle out, maximizing any views for the guests, our room was just a bit different from the previous one. You see each room had a big stone column, which gave a sense of separation between the bed and the bathroom. In the middle of the night, I used the restroom and when I walked back to the bed I walked, wait for it,
yes! right into the column. Can you believe it? Tom is on his laptop right now taking out some additional life insurance on me.
Sunday I was ready to come home, not because I wasn't having fun and memorable times, but because I missed the kids and home. Being the incredibly caring wife that I am, I sat in the middle seat on the way home. Fortunately I was able to fall asleep and not notice in was in the middle seat for most of the ride.
We arrived home to rain, temps in the 50s, but that was alright because I knew that we have the rest of spring and all of summer to enjoy.
Now that it has been just over a week since our trip, the getting sick and injuring myself parts of the trip are already fading in my memory into just a funny story and what remains is the first vacation Tom and I have had together in 11 years. We spent more time together and talked to each other more than we have in a good 5 years.
Now I have to do the mastercard thing.
Trip to Cancun: free cause I earned it, walking into a column: one knot on my forehead, finding out that I still like spending time with my husband: PRICELESS!