Having just gotten back from Cabos, this totally freaks me out:
My Christmas vacation in Los Cabos, Mexico went a little something like this:
|10:45 a.m.||Wake up1.|
|10:55 a.m.||Arrive at breakfast buffet restaurant. Acquire coffee, refried beans, papaya and pineapple. Big decision of the day #1: French toast, omelette or fried eggs.|
|11:30 a.m.||Grab beach towels. Apply sunscreen. Order non-stop delivery of Coca-Cola Light2 with a slice of lime from poolside server.|
|11:35a.m.||Lay in sun. Alternate between reading, chatting with people and swimming. Reapply sunscreen as needed.|
|2:00 p.m.||Have lunch, where lunch = french fries, onion rings, nachos with fresh guac and salsa. And Coca-Cola Light.|
|2:30 p.m.||Tod’s naptime. Big decision of the day #2: Decide between having a nap, reading, or going for a walk on the beach.|
|5:00 p.m.||Nap (if not already napping)|
|6:30 p.m.||Shower. Dress up pretty.|
|8:00 p.m.||Big decision of the day #3: where to have dinner.|
|10:30 p.m.||Go to the disco, possibly followed by hot tub.|
|2:00 a.m.||Order sandwiches from room service.|
|2:45 a.m.||Re-order sandwich because they put bacon on my vegetarian sandwich.|
Repeat for six days.
Seriously, I could get used to a life like that.
Lowlights of the trip:
Books Read on This Trip:
Things I Learned On My Trip:
1Important, as they stop serving breakfast at 11 a.m.
2Which is what they call Diet Coke in Mexico. I didn’t see diet Pepsi anywhere.
3Of course, being a Vancouverite, I can easily get to the ocean. This was a reminder that I should make a point of doing so more often.
4Seriously. I’m not asking for the moon here. I’m like, “just give me the veggies from the turkey dinner, hold the turkey!”
5Kicking myself for joking in my last blog posting about deciding to stay in Mexico. Staying sounded nice, but not if it means staying in the airport!
6Thanks to Sarah & Dave, who gave this to me for Christmas.
7Didn’t actually have the opportunity to see this in action, but we were assured that it is true.
8Didn’t learn this firsthand, but one of the people we were hanging out with broken his toe playing beach volleyball. I was sure it was just dislocated, given that it didn’t hurt and bones have lots of nerves in them. But when the doctor showed up, he said it was broken (as he was able to move the joints normally, meaning the joints couldn’t be dislocated) and that it didn’t hurt because it wasn’t moving.
…to receive. I mean to give. And receive.
OK, I have to admit that I’m a bit of a child when it comes to getting presents. I can’t help it – I love ripping open wrapping paper to see what someone’s given me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not completely selfish. I love buying presents for other people (especially when I find just the most perfect thing that I know they will love!). But if we didn’t like getting presents, wouldn’t there be no joy for the giver of the gift? OK, enough with the rationalization. On with the prezzies.
Kalev and I exchanged gifts earlier this week, since I’m going to be gone to Mexico soon. In addition to the last installment of Y: The Last Man, all the prior installments of which he’s given me previously and the story of which I’m just dying to find out how it ends, he got me a Quatchi hoodie:
As you know, Quatchi is my favourite of the Vancouver 2010 Olympic mascots. Inexplicably, they don’t make adult-sized clothing with Olympic mascots on them1, so Kalev had to get me a child-sized hoodie:
Good thing I’m child-sized, because this totally fits me. And it’s cosy and warm!
I think the best thing about the hoodie is that inside the hood is lined with pictures of all the mascots playing winter sports:
Look, there they are playing hockey! And Quatchi is the goalie!
In other present-related news, I also received this package in the mail from my parents:
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the Luongo card is from my dad.
I know of two other packages that are winging their way towards me, but which I’ll just have to wait until I get back to open, as I leave on Monday first thing in the morning.
And then there’s the best gift of all… a trip to Mexico!
In conclusion, I’m spoiled.
1Adults can too like Quatchi!