Our friend, Pedro

Kenny, the kids, and I, plus our good friend, swine flu (who Sheri lovingly named Pedro), all went down to Mexico this past week. Well, actually, Pedro has been there for awhile. And, thanks to Pedro, nobody else was there, so we pretty much had the resort to ourselves. And Playa del Carmen. And Akumal. Thanks Pedro!

Kenny and I planned the trip a little over a month ago, long before Pedro settle in for a visit. Pedro didn't scare us too much, so unlike everyone else, we went ahead with our plans. We kept those plans secret from the kids.

On Thursday morning, we woke the girls up like they were going to school. We brought them down to the couch like usual, but instead of turning on the TV, I handed them goody bags. At first Jill thought it was an early birthday present. Even after reading the card which should have read "Farting is an art, Happy Birthday Rembrandt" but we had crossed out and hand written "Farting is an art, especially when you fart in Mexico" she still did not get it. Emmi had a picture of a plane, an airport, a bus, our hotel, and the beach, with the last card reading "We are going to Mexico." Jill flipped through Emmi's cards. Still confused, she simply said, "When?" When Kenny and I answered with "now" and pointed out that is was 4:30 in the morning and not the usual 6:30, the excitement set in!

Despite a cancelled flight, which really just gave us time for breakfast, and a medical exam entering the country, the trip went well. Pedro had cleared out our resort leaving us with whole pools to ourselves, our pick of beach chairs, prime room location with ocean view, and no wait anywhere. The girls were in heaven. Hot dogs on the beach! Fruity drinks a plenty! All the dessert you want! Wheeeee! It was all we could do to pull them away from the beach and pool.

We did manage to take them to town once. We shopped (ie bought crappy souvenirs that they have already lost. I did not, however, get my "I love influenza" shirt.), they got their hair braided, we ate at our favorite off-the-beaten-path restaurant, I let the kids hang out a bar......

On the third day, we met up with friends in Akumal, about forty minutes from where we were staying. Kenny and Jill snorkeled. I sat and worked on my tan. And I completely forgot to take a single picture of the whole entire day! Although I am pretty sure there is a picture somewhere of Kenny and I and a gnome...Julie?? Cody??

The trip went by way to quickly. But Kenny and I are counting down the days until we leave for Jamaica!