oh, oh mexico

We're back from a super relaxing and fun week in Puerto Morelos. We rented a lovely house right on the beach with friends and spent the days marvelling at the white sand beach right outside, lounging in the hammock, playing in the sand and building sandcastles, eating delicious food (we hired a cook who made us quesadillas, chicken mole, ceviche, carnitas, and chile rellenos, among other things), taking a few walks into town, spending afternoons swinging at the "swing bar" (literally a bar with swings) down the beach, and enjoying the company. Stella loved digging in the sand and spending time with her friend Calder and making new friends. I came home stuffed (I think my belly grew a sizable amount from the daily dose of black beans, tortillas, and guacamole) and am happy to be eating salads and fresh vegetables again, but I'll be dreaming of the sound of those lazy waves and the view from the house for weeks...

the stories we tell

Sometimes the stories we like telling about our travels are the horrible and/or difficult ones. Like the one when our rental car was broken into while we were on a beach in North Spain or when we were rear-ended in Barcelona by a German tourist and I had to be taken to the women's hospital in an ambulance because I was 6 months pregnant with Stella. Or the time when we were in Mexico a few years ago and ran out of money and were digging in the seats looking for loose change to pay the toll back to Mexico City. When we're in the moment and everything looks bleak Jordan usually says "this will make a great story!"

When we describe the quick weekend trip we just took down to Mexico City, no doubt the story we tell will the one about me getting food poisoning. I made the mistake of eating one bite of shrimp (after which Jordan said, "ohh I don't know that I would have eaten that." Thanks for the warning darlin'.) at the wedding party on Saturday night and I woke up Sunday not feeling quite right. By the time we got to the airport Sunday at noon I could barely walk I was so dizzy. I sat down on the ground in the airport and puked multiple times into a bag. I was shivering and so lightheaded that the airport doctor came to check me out. He told Jordan that my blood pressure was so dangerously low that unless we could get it to a normal place they wouldn't allow me on the plane. And that he was going to give me a shot of something to calm my stomach. He sent Jordan to the airport pharmacy to pick up some antibiotics and proceeded to wheel me through security and into his medical office. He hooked me up to the oxygen tank and gave me a shot in the side. My shivering subsided and I was able to stomach a whole bottle of Gatorade before walking down to the plane unassisted (which I had to do so they would let me on the flight). I took the antibiotics as soon as we sat down but started to feel nauseous again in minutes. As the plane taxied down the runway I puked two more times, much to the fascination of the two girls sitting across the aisle from us. Good times!

Thankfully, I am on the mend and off to bed early to snuggle with my girl and get some rest...