But before I get into that:
I have a dirty secret to confess: when J made the hotel reservations, he did it under Dr. J. He got the idea from a law school friend who told us that she and her husband got treated better when they added "doctor" to their reservations. It's partially true: J and I are juris doctors. Maybe it's a stretch, but it's not a huge one. Conscience fairly clear (I know what you're thinking - lawyers have consciences?), we gave it a whirl.
Guess what? It's so worked. Look what was waiting for us when we checked in:
Romance on a platter, right? Only if you're willing to share, which I'm not. Those suckers were gone before Dr. J could get out of the shower. Do not leave me alone in a room with chocolate because I will adversely possess it in a hot minute.
The next day, J and I decided to grab dinner at a restaurant off property. The hotel directed us to their version of a casual dining establishment. You tell me if this looks casual:
That's our waiter explaining the menu, which included the biggest lobster tail I've ever seen. I shudder just looking at all that raw fish.
The restaurant did make some amazing mango mojitos. Obviously, mine didn't have any rum in it, but it was still really good.
(Point of order: I am pretty sure you guys know I'm not drinking, so I'm going to stop adding that disclaimer on every single post. Thank you and now back to the regularly scheduled blogging.)
Up next was the fish course. It looked fully cooked, so I ate it.
Amazing cheddar potatoes: who knew you had to go to Mexico to get great mashed taters?
I did not get sick after this meal, but a few days later, Montezuma made his entrance into my intestines. It was not pretty.
|Yes, all those liquids are mine|
Then, all hell broke loose "down there," if ya know what I mean. I spent all day Friday in bed. We flew home Saturday and I went to bed at 7:00 at night. Spent all day in bed Sunday too. Don't worry, the doctor says I'm fine and the baby is fine. But I'm still feeling aftershocks.
Ever gotten sick on vacation?