Jun 5, 2012

The Gift from Mexico that Keeps on Giving

Oh, Mexico.  I've been back for three days and I'm still thinking about you on an hourly basis.

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
In the middle of the night, I woke up with abdominal pain.  I initially thought it was indigestion, but it didn't go away and got worse when I laid down.

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?

5 comments:

  1. I've never been sick on vacation, but sometimes I wish for it for the weight loss factor. Because I gain at least 3 lbs on all vacations anyway.
    LOL to the doctor thing!

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  2. I've only been to Mexico once but I drank so much alcohol that no bacteria could have survived my intestinal track! Of course, I was very, very, very sick for entirely different reasons (those damn Tequila shot boys and girls who roam the streets of Cancun so freely).

    Other than that, knock on wood, I've had not major vacation illness disasters. But then again, I have such a sensitive stomach that stomach issues "down there" are no different on vacation than the rest of the year! Sounds like a great trip!

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  3. My husband and I are juris doctors too. I've never thought to book like that though. Maybe I should try the esquires poptart yogini. It has a ring to it. Sorry montezuma got you. I was in Mexico this fall and felt a little funny and then in April my husband rumbled for a couple days. Pepto is my friend on vacation!

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  4. Mmmhhhhh those chocolate strawberries look delicious. I don't blame you for eating ALL of them :) Getting on vacation sucks. I got a little stomach sick in Kenya, but it didn't interfere our plans, luckily!

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  5. Yep, food poisoning in Moscow on business trip. It was "Thanksgiving" in the USA which I spent with my head in toilet. Unforgetable.

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