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I'm back! From Mexico. I mean, not really Mexico. We flew pretty much straight into a resort in Cancun, stayed for 3 days and didn't leave the premises. Not so much touristing as getting sun and beach and, for Bob, Spanish lessons. It was a lovely resort, but very hot.
I'm too lazy to go into details and it's not that interesting-- we drank, ate, read (me romance, him Kant) had room service, swam, had jacuzzi (or, as Bob kept calling it for no real reason, the J'accuse-y) walked on the beach, learned a little conversational spanish, went to the gym, I got really burned and freckly. I am itching like crazy.
The first night we had an early flight out of Newark so we didn't sleep the night before. We got to Cancun around two, had some margaritas and some wine and cheese and some sun. And some more wine. Bob went to the gym before dinner and I took "a nap." When he got back, I had locked the door and wouldn't respond to banging on the door or the ringing phone. They had to have maintenance drill out the lock to get into the room. After forty minutes locked out Bob rushed into the room, worried that something had happened. He woke me up and told me that they couldn't get into the room, that they had been banging on the door, calling, drilling out the lock.
I said, "oh, I'm sorry..." and fell right back asleep. Poor Bob.
I'm too lazy to go into details and it's not that interesting-- we drank, ate, read (me romance, him Kant) had room service, swam, had jacuzzi (or, as Bob kept calling it for no real reason, the J'accuse-y) walked on the beach, learned a little conversational spanish, went to the gym, I got really burned and freckly. I am itching like crazy.
The first night we had an early flight out of Newark so we didn't sleep the night before. We got to Cancun around two, had some margaritas and some wine and cheese and some sun. And some more wine. Bob went to the gym before dinner and I took "a nap." When he got back, I had locked the door and wouldn't respond to banging on the door or the ringing phone. They had to have maintenance drill out the lock to get into the room. After forty minutes locked out Bob rushed into the room, worried that something had happened. He woke me up and told me that they couldn't get into the room, that they had been banging on the door, calling, drilling out the lock.
I said, "oh, I'm sorry..." and fell right back asleep. Poor Bob.