This morning started off not so hot.

It was suppose to be a great day- wake up and go get an hour massage, who wouldn’t want that! However, Timaree got sick when getting out of the car. Bad sick.

My mom and Timaree’s appointments were at 9:00 and mine and Cindy’s were at 10:00. We were to meet them there later. Cindy and I were waiting for the shuttle, at this time Cindy could hear workers talking about getting a wheel chair ready because somebody was sick and heading over. We thought nothing of it, we get to the spa and they ask us to sign in. I picked up the pen, looked down and thought it was odd I didn’t see my mothers name. We moved on to the next room where we have to sign in and again I don’t see my mothers name. The lady looks up and asks if my mother and aunt were there at 9. I knew what she meant and I said yes. She began to tell me my mother was sick. I instantly had to clarify who she meant. I don’t look like my mother, but I look a lot like I could be my cousins daughter. Low and behold, I was right, she meant my cousin. That honestly was less stressful for me, but she said she was sick and they cancelled. I thought that was weird- getting a massage isn’t like playing basketball, even if you are sick, you’re just laying on a table.. I would think you could push through it.

Eventually over the phone I got a hold of my mother who was stressed and scared.
The thing is, in really serious intense situations, my mother is one to stress and not “freak out” but panic more. I get insanely calm. She explained it wasn’t just “sick” something was seriously wrong with Timaree and she had asked that we come back to the room. Obviously we went without question.

Something happened and we weren’t really sure what. She was having trembles, she couldn’t walk, she was babbling about things that didnt make sense, she was hallucinating. She told me there was a man behind me messing with my hair, putting a clip in it. When Cindy asked how her vision was she said “I can see everyone and everything fine. There’s just a few other things there as well.” Long story short, she was dehydrated, due to many many many many reasons. She is doing much better now and will recover just fine!

That part of the day over, the rest was just bliss. My dad, Cindy and I hopped ons bus and took it all the way downtown into the heart of Mazatlan. This is the kind of stuff I live for when traveling. The real heart of a place, exposing myself to the culture head on. We spent the afternoon roaming around the uneven stone streets shopping, exploring and I was on a personal mission to find tacos.

As we wandered through these markets, we came across the meat section. Cindy kept saying, “I can’t do this!”. There were full blown pig heads, everywhere. Eyeballs still intact, tongues sticking out, snouts still hairy. Goat heads too, like it was just another isle at the market. I was cracking up, my dad was taking pictures.

After some simple shopping, I bought a beautiful white dove wind chime, we finally focused on the tacos. After checking around several stands, shops, and carts we finally settled on a place.

Oh. My. God.

I had 2 Carne Asada Tacos with lettuce, hot chili sauce, pico de gallo, and guacamole with a nice cold cup of Horchata. I think this place we ate at, my mom would have died. This little hole in the wall had a family cooking on a stove, bare hands, greasy, dirty, nasty looking but the food was absolutely delicious.

I was completely satisfied and thrilled that my mission was accomplished. That was all I wanted. After that we hoppe on a bus and headed back, threw on our suits, went in the pool, got out and napped in the sweet sunshine.

After that we went and had dinner on the beach while the sunset. It was magnificent. The sunset was beautiful right on the water, and I had BBQ food! It was soooo good and I love BBQ. All in all what seemed to start off as a potentially bad day turned out great!