Already, I miss the sound of the ocean crashing on to the beach and the birds singing their foreign tunes. I miss waking up in paradise, although I'm happy to be home.
It sounds so cliche, but it's funny how fast time flies. We've been back from Mexico since Tuesday, and life has not slowed down one bit. Need a vacation from their vacation anyone? Aaron fought Montezuma's Revenge while we were down there, and ended up getting really ill from eating something he shouldn't have. The day we left, the poor boy was hanging his head over the toilet, grimacing in pain. He also managed to catch a cold of some sort, and is suffering from that too. He went into the doctor as soon as we got home, and was promptly put on antibiotics and some other meds. What a way to end our honeymoon. I feel so sorry for my love, to see him so physically weak and out of sorts...
Speaking of weaknesses, I went in for a 4-level facet block injection yesterdy morning. If I get so much as a day of relief, I've decided to burn off the nerves affected and injected, which should considerably help my pain for the next year, and hopefully give my body a chance to heal. So far, I can tell a difference to a small degree, but the sites of injection are sore and swollen, so I won't have a good idea until tommorow at the earliest. We, (that being the docs, myself, and hubby) think that my C6-C7 disks are likely responsible for the arm and lower shoulder pain I get... And surgery can be the answer. But I don't feel like it's warranting that yet, if it's only my arm and my shoulder... I think I can live with that for now. It's the constant headaches and muscle spasms that get me the worst. So, hopefully I'll see some good results from this procedure, and can get in for a rhizotomy. Then it's back to work, and hopefully, back to a little more play.
...Which leads me back to Mexico, and our trip...
We arrived Tuesday at noon. I was so excited! Flying in over the gulf and getting to see this little pennisula we'd be living on for the next week was really cool for me. Immediately upon landing, as we walked to claim our luggage, Aaron pointed out the musty smell in the air.
"Do you smell that? That's Mexico. It's a smell you'll never forget..."
I asked "why?"
He replied, "because it's everywhere. I think it's probably from the ocean, the humidity and the fact that we're in a 3rd world tropical country."
He was correct. The smell lingers still, on some of our luggage, and the cheesy shorts and skirts emblazed with CANCUN that I bought, which I can't yet bring myself to wash. Already, the smell makes me nostaligic and takes me back to the ocean view hotel suite we had, or the busy hotel strip, where thousands of freshly graduated high school seniors partied the week away.
The first day, we spent in awe of the resort, laying by the pool, sipping on tropical drinks and Coronas. The heat was perfect- I absolutely fell in love with 95 degree weather and the humidity. I spent most of our first couple of days in the sun, trying to get a 'real' tan. I had to go up to the room to rest almost every day, but I didn't mind. I had all of my supplies with me, and even an ice bag to bring with me to the pool. The resort was breathtaking. It had the feel of a palace (which is probably why it was so aptly named, the Riu Palace Las Americas ) with columns and statues everywhere. There was a spa, where I got a french pedicure, and by the end my feet were so soft, I didn't want to walk on them and callus them up. It was far more relaxing than the asian owned salons here in Indiana that scrub your feet raw. A soft spoken mexican woman treated my feet as if they belonged to a princess...
The restaurants were works of art in their own right. Each had a theme- Italian, Mexican, Brazilian, Japanese (which I think, was where Aaron made his folly by eating thier raw sushi) and English. Some looked out over the ocean, and there was a buffet that opened up over the water... Each pool was surrounded by gazebos and appeared to simply flow into the ocean. The tile work throughout was so extravagent and perfectly laid. One pool had a swim up bar, a favorite of Aaron's. He loves the water, whereas I am a sun bunny. Ironically, he got ten times darker than I did while we were down there. BUT- he's peeling and I'm not, so ha ha. Who got the better tan now? :)
By Thursday, we were ready to explore, so we boarded a tour bus to Talum (part of the ancient Mayan ruins) and later, Xel-Ha. There was an accident on the so called 'highway' and our trip down took 3 hours instead of and hour and a half. Once we got to Talum, the skies opened up, and pummelled us with rain. We looked like drowned rats, or just silly tourists, but enjoyed the mystery and beauty of the ruins. I think the Mayan god of rain was sending us a message, because as soon as we got to Xel-Ha, the skies cleared up, and we had a beautiful afternoon snorkeling, exploring the jungle paths and simply being together. I wanted to cliff dive, but they wouldn't let me- because of my neck injury. Aaron did it though, and I got a pic or two, but the photographers got a great shot. We bought the overpriced 5x7 and another of the two of us with parrots on our arms.
The weekend was kind of a blur. We did some shopping; Aaron bought me my first thong bikini, and sarong. He has always talked about 'when we go to Mexico, you
have to wear a thong.' And to placate him, I always said, 'sure.' But he wasn't fucking around, and I thought, 'I'm only young once, I'm as skinny as I'll ever be... Why the hell not? We're in Mexico.' By the end of the trip I was out topless... I guess I'm just a slight exhibitionist at heart.
Going out and checking out the flea markets and clubs was a trip in itself. Everywhere we walked, the locals were either yelling at us to come and check out their merchandise, or coming up to us in thick accents, and murming,
"Weed. Blow. Exstacy. You need somethin' for your party, my friend?" I can't count how many times we were approached to buy drugs. I guess there is a market for it, or they wouldn't be out there in droves. People they cater to I would imagine, come down to get drunk, get high, get laid and get some sun... There were so many young people, and though I may come out sounding like an snotty woman, I simply can't stay silent about the behavior I observed by 18 year olds and even middle aged
Americans.It's really no wonder the world has the view of us that they do. I can't refer to the US as 'they' anymore, I am a permanent resident with a social security number and taxes to pay. But growing up in Canada, I had always heard that Americans were looked upon rather negatively by many countries. A teacher told me that if I ever backpacked through Europe and made it to France, to stitch a Canadian flag on my bag- because I would be treated significantly better.
Americans are just plain rude. There, I said it. People don't say excuse me, please, or thank you. They don't apologize if they bump into you. They feel like they have to be the center of attention and yell ignorantly at the top of their lungs. They often travel in groups, all of them talking over each other, not watching where they are going or who may be listening. I was really sickened and saddened by what I observed primarily, by my fellow americans. Ok, there's my rant. I vow to always keep my manners, and treat people with respect. ( Oh, and never give up my Canadian citizenship)
I could ramble on forever about my trip. I am dying to get back to scrapbooking (I've become obsessed and have so much fun with it- Thanks, Christi!) but I have to wait a few days before getting back to it. In the meantime, I plan on getting way more pics downloaded and in an album.
And to my dear friend C, I have been thinking of you constantly. Hope to talk to you soon.
