Sunday Scribblings - Hotel in Cabo

When I was forced into retirement at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, I swore I was going to make some great memories with my girls. I cashed in the trusty 401k and decided to take the girls on a trip to remember. The trip was a kid cruise to the Bahamas, swimming with the dolphins, Epcot and Disney World, all in one trip. You would think this would be a dream vacation, but it was a very hard trip for all of us. I was using a walker, the girls were still quite young and they were my only help. My brain kept forgetting I was disabled and so I did not think it through. We had fun times, but it was over shadowed by many stressful moments.

The next year we enlisted my ex sister-in-law to join us for a trip to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. I was going to create a dream vacation even if it killed me. It was much easier doing the airport thing with help and the kids were more relaxed. The hotel looked like any other I had seen, it just had more tropical plants and red tile floors. We entered our very stark, but clean hotel room on the 4th floor and dropped all our bags on the beds. As we stepped out onto the balcony our jaws dropped and our eyes lit up. We had a room over looking a tropical pool with a "swim up bar" and beyond that a spectacular view of the ocean. Everything we wanted to see and do was right there. We shopped til we dropped. We ate great food, heard fabulous music and soaked up the sun at the pool sipping margaritas. Splashing in the surf the girls and their aunt got their hair braided and beaded right on the beach in front of the hotel. They looked like little mini Bo Dereks. I actually ran into a girlfriend with her family on the beach. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so shocked. What a small world it can be. My friends rented wave runners on the beach and we all got a ride. How many Mexicans does it take to hurl a disabled chick on a wave runner? The answer is four and they were very gentle. We thanked my friends for the treat of flying across the ocean and joined them for dinner on the beach. That night we learned a new dance craze called "The Macarena." The trip was going perfectly or so I had thought.

The last night I got Montezuma’s revenge and it was not pretty. I could not run to the potty and needed both ends attended to. I slept on the cool hard bathroom tiles that night and struggled getting home. Airplanes and their facilities were not easy access, especially when my walker was in the storage hold under the plane. I thought the kids had sunburned their heads because they kept scratching on the way home. After being home for a few days we started to undo the braids and discovered we had brought home hundreds of little souvenirs, lice. I even had it and I did not even get the dang braids. Never get your hair done by a vendor on a beach! Despite the sickness and bugs, we made great memories. I don’t mind that the best memories were of me puking in the potted plant while waiting for a cab to the airport. The way those men helped me on the wave runner trying not to touch me in the wrong places and me doing the Macarena.

Trying to squeeze a lifetime of memories on a vacation Big Bucks
Traveling with children Big Bucks
Memories made at home naturally Priceless!

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