Hello dear friends and readers!
First, a little warning-- if you're expecting to read about the kind of off-the-tourist-track adventures that you saw in Red Glass, What the Moon Saw, and The Indigo Notebook... read no further! On the other hand, if you'd like to see a realistic glimpse of what my traveling life has become with 3-year-old and hubbie in tow-- chugging right along the well-worn tourist track, then read on, beloved reader (unless you're scared of a little vomit... er, a lot of vomit. (Am I grossing you out already? Sorry. I'll start with the happy parts...)
We went to Sayulita, Mexico (a small beach town near Puerto Vallarta) for a week with Carrie and Sarah of my writing group and their families... couldn't have asked for better company!
It took us a couple days to find the part of the beach where the waves don't beat and batter you. (Poor Carrie and Ian discovered this the hard way...)
There were feasts...
There were walks by a colorful graveyard on the way to the scenic yoga palapa (!)
There was dancing (to little kids' music, of course... I still can't get the Buzz Buzz Buzz song out of my head....)
There was a disconcerting circus in town...
There were dips in the pool... (the kiddie pool was so perfect for the three-year-olds-- Lil Dude played in there until he was blue-lipped and shivering like crazy and we had to drag him out...) (And oh how I wish I could include photos of him here-- sooo cute with his goggles and boogie board).
The house we rented was ideal for three families traveling together, especially families of *writer ladies*... little patios and nooks galore...
Now you're probably wondering about that vomit I mentioned earlier... well, there was LOTS of it. Lil Dude caught a stomach virus from his preschool buddies, and started feeling sick on the plane on the way there. Ugh. Middle and window seats for us-- the poor lady in the aisle seat was getting up and down every few minutes to let us race to the bathroom. And then, for the next few days (although Lil Dude *did* have a blast playing in the pool and sea and sand), there were countless bathroom trips, including in the middle of the night. The vomiting stopped after a few days, but his gastrointestinal tract was -- shall we say-- tender-- for the whole week. And then, then... I caught it. Ugh. And then, Ian caught it. Ugh, ugh.
Enough complaining. Other than that, it was a very lovely trip! Okay, to get the vomit out of your mind and leave you on a nicer note, here's a goofy pic of me. Ian really loves these pictures of me that capture how I probably look most of the time-- kind of spacing out and daydreaming... he actually has a collection of these dorky pics of me in a photo cube in his office, hehehe.
I'll leave you on that note! I have more news to tell you (good stuff!), but it's time for my NIA (dance) class now! Thanks for reading!