Jon's family and I just got back from taking a 3 day cruise to Mexico. It was the first time I had ever been on a cruise. Heck, it was the first time I had ever been on a boat in the ocean before so naturally I was excited!
The Good:
Road Trips and listening to comedy routines on the iPod.
Little Italy in downtown San Diego where we had a yummy dinner at a neat Italian restaurant.
14th floor bay view from the hotel room where we could see sailing ships and watch the sunset over the ocean.
The perma-drunk feeling that comes with being on a huge rocking boat. One min you are fine and the next your equillibrium tries to adjust to the rocking and you have a moment of drunken stumbles.
Free food. It wasn't the best food ever like the rumors say, but their was alot of it, and it was free. Even free sushi and cappuccino.
Marvin, our awesome head server who was always smiling, joking around and even gave us Table Etiquette 101 lessons!
Fish tacos at a Mexican restaurant in downtown Ensenada were surprisingly yummy.
New leather jackets that we got a great deal on in Mexico (lightweight so I can even wear it in AZ.)
Deep dark starry skies that go on forever and the cool patterns of rolling shadows of the waves in the night.
The Bad:
The weather, while beautiful wasn't warm enough so I didn't get a chance to use my awesome new swimsuits.
Sleeping in a strange place like a ship rocking on the ocean was tough to get used to. I kept waking up in the middle of the night in a panic attack because I would hear a loud noise and instinctively thought the ship was going to sink. =S
My Janky Knee. I dunno what happened to it, but I had to go to the doc and wear a knee brace for a few weeks because it was all out of whack. So all the walking irritated it.
The Biggest Bad of all:
Lost my Camera and cried for days. I had been taking lots of really great pics of our trip. I haven't been much of a picture taker the last few years and I was lacking in scrapbooking material, so I had been taking pics of everything and all the family and it was great! I was going to make scrapbooks of our trip and give them to the family as Christmas gifts. No one else was really taking pictures because I was taking pics for them and was of course going to share. I remember the exact place that I last saw it, but when we went back it was already gone and no one turned it into lost and found. I think someone pocketed it.
The Ugly:
Old baggy-skinned ladies in swimsuits. *shudders* (Hey I know it is mean, and I may be an old baggy-skinned lady someday. But you can bet I sure as hell won't be in a swimsuit showing it off!) And to be equally sexually discriminating, old men in speedo-esque swim shorts. Eww.
Ensenada. Cultural rich land my ass. Mexican Ghetto culture maybe. Let me paint a picture for you...
Imagine driving through a town of old stone buildings and through fields of derelict cars and stinky goats for 45 mins on a bus that smells so bad of diesel exhaust we had to breathe into our shirt so as to not get high so that we can get get to a wretched tourist trap called "La Bufadora" (or in English "The Blowhole") to walk through a street that was more like a tunnel laden with cheap souvenirs, designer knock off bags, and fake jewelry, all the while we are bombarded with shop owners whistling, yelling, and asking us to step inside for "just a mexican minute" as we make our way to a mossy, crab infested crevice of rock on the shoreline that if you watch will suck in ocean water and spray it up in the air in a "spectacular presentation" of water that is "wow", about 2 whopping stories high and nothing to rival Old Faithful and so we turn around and make our way back through tunnel of peddlers and get on the smelly bus for the ride back to town where we are encouraged to "take a nap" on the ride back, I imagine because they don't want us to see the rest of the town as we roll into a "historical monument" of an old church that smells of rotting wood and the bathrooms smell like nasty because you can't flush the toilet paper due to the old sewer pipes so all the poopy paper is tossed in the overflowing trash cans where I wanted to barf into because my germaphobia was at its peak, but that would make things even worse so I doused myself in Purell, and cried a little on the inside and then walked into the "nicer" part of town (which meant that this area had paved roads) and so we had lunch at a little semi-Americanized restaurant where we drank bottled Coke (like you can get at Costco) and then walked back to the ship but not before getting hassled by a little wide eyed girl that was selling bracelets and "chicle" and who gave me the evil eye when I didn't buy anything as she tailed me all the way across the bridge where after only a few more run ins with crazy shop merchants we finally got to the boat where I could take a much needed hot shower and scrub off a few layers of skin before laying down for a nap.
*deep breath in* And that was Mexico. And also the longest running sentence in the history of this blog.
Haha! Nah, the LaBufadora was kinda cool. The water was pretty colors and it was neat to see all the crabs and seals and stuff, but it was alot of hype and annoyance for just a little water. =/ Kinda anticlimactic. I had some really great pics of the rainbows in the geiser which are now, oh lost!
My thoughts towards the jerk who pocketed my camera have also been very ugly. I hope bad karma wails on you buddy.
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