welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Mexico: Numero UNO





The first day of our Mexican vacation was FULL of travel and travel only. We left Cedar City around 7:30 am, drove to Las Vegas, met up with The Calls, waited in the airport for a solid 3 hours (flying international with a baby is a major pain), and FINALLY took off for Mexico City. I have to say that 4 hour plane ride went impeccably well. Some nice Mexicali offered to sit in the back so we could have the 3 seats to ourselves, so that we could be comfortable with the "bebe". I could have kissed him!

We had sooo much room, making play time and breastfeeding time WAY more comfortable. True to Lyla form, she didn't sleep at all, but she was happy and played with toys and the little drop down table.

By the time we got in to Mexico City we were all pretty spent though. The humidity hit us like a brick wall and we immediately started sweating. Combine that, with 3 different security check stations (with huge lines), custom procedures we couldn't understand, lots of walking to our gate, a delayed flight, a nasty dirty cement waiting area, AND zero places with edible food (old crusty Krispy Creme donuts were pretty much the only option), and you get several UNHAPPY campers. By the time we took off for Acapulco I was spent. Luckily that flight was less than an hour and Lyla did sleep for about 20 mins (keep in mind we'd been traveling for a solid 12 hours at this time and she had not slept at all).

When we landed in Acapulco we had a few more security check stations but after a short walk we found Baldo (our awesome taxi driver) who drove us the short 10 minutes to the AMAZING Grand Mayan Hotel.

Pulling up we knew it would be awesome. Grand is a great adjective for it.

When we finally got to our rooms after what seemed like hours of check in time, we perked right up at the sight of our new digs. Marble flooring, kitchen, king bed, flat screens, giant balcony fit with your own small soaking infinity pool, and much much more. The Call's room overlooked the Ocean which was very beautiful. It made the loooonnng 16 hours of travel worth. Did I mention Lyla woke up like every 2 hours that whole night?

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