Our first adventure in Mexico.

I thought I would be writing every morning sitting on our deck, and in the afternoon while we lounged in the shade down here in Mexico. But alas, the first night Tim was still sick, and I got hit with it the first full day we were here. So we have been trying to get our energy back, but I of course, as anyone who knows Tim, and he goes or does anything, I always have a story of his shenanigans.

Let me set the scene. We arrived on Wednesday night, and it was late, so dark already as we arrived at the lobby to check in. Tim had been suffering with a flu bug for a few days before we even left, but the plane ride and long day of travel had somewhat taken an even worse toll. Now I am not being mean, and Tim will tell you himself, he is not a smart man when he's sick. Frankly, he's as stunned as my arse, and always stubborn, so not a great combination when I was the one that worked my ass off for the week before we left to get everything arranged for the kids, and was feeling just as tired by the time we arrived.

I offered to go find some nasal spray to see if that would at least help him breath, and of course, he insisted on coming. So off we went, in the dark, at a new resort, exhausted, hungry and just not feeling the best. The walk over along the lit hallways was easy. But someone along the way said we could cut across the pool areas to go back even more quickly. And here is where I will take a little blame, but then it's all Tim, because I said, "Usually we are right at the water and we go for a walk to hear the waves when we arrive." So Tim was trying to be nice, and decided to try to wander down to the beach and walk along that way back to the room.

Well, we ended up on this barely lit path that was not even, and seemed never ending. I was terrified one of us would end up falling on the first night and we would not be able to do anything for the rest of the trip. You think I am exaggerating, but if you know us, you know we are capable of anything! It didn't help that there is plenty of wildlife around here, and when a raccoon ran towards us at one point, I thought I was going to have a stroke.

We finally came to a more well lit area, but it was like wooden walkways through the mangroves, and barely any signs. So then was when we started walking in circles. We met up with a few other couples who tried to point us in the right direction, but Tim had his little map, and was convinced he could lead us back to the room. I didn't want to damage his ego for the first HOUR or so, but by the end of the hour, I was just about ready to throw him into the mangroves. I started seeing headlines in my head. "Canadians go off well beaten path on first night in Mexico and die of dehydration, 20 feet from their room." was one, another was, "Wife kills husband in Mexico because he would not take directions."

By the time we got back to the room, 2 hours had gone by, and my Fitbit is not working down here, but I am sure we walked 8 miles. In the light of day, it seemed like we took bizarre turns, and just walked in circles over and over.

Anyway, we made it back, and of course, I have more Tim stories. Yesterday we kind of got our sense of the resort, did some walking, and tried to shake off the flu bugs. Towards the end of the day, a man knocked on the door, and gave Tim what looked like little vials to me, but I didn't look at them too closely. When I started feeling more sick, Tim said that it was aromatherapy, and it was suppose to help me sleep. But there was no little candles in the room with the warmer, so off he went to the lobby to get a candle to warm it up and tuck me in. He lands back saying, "Well, that was humiliating." I got a pain from laughing when he said that the little vials were actually honey that we were suppose to eat before bedtime, and all the girls in the lobby thought it was hilarious that this dumb guy was looking for a candle to heat it up.

More stories about our day today tomorrow. But it was beautiful today, and I forgot how much I like sitting out on the deck in the evenings.