FRI., FEBRUARY 17
Oh, this is going to be hard to do -- four days worth of eating, in an unfamiliar environment, including lots of snacking, and I didn't write any of it down. I know I should have, but between whipsawing back and forth from profound relaxation and enjoyment to dealing with my mother's increasing insanity by long distance, somehow writing anything down at all fell by the wayside.
Okay, let's try.
Friday morning I packed up to leave for Baja. I'm pretty sure I didn't have anything for breakfast, as I had to race the kids to school at the ghastly hour of 7:30 (I hate computer class days). At least it was pajama day at school, so I didn't have to get dressed -- Sabrina insisted that I drive them to school in my robe to keep in the spirit of things.
We picked the kids up at lunchtime, and stopped to pick up a few necessities -- ice, earplugs, cookies. And we had lunch at Arby's before hitting the road. I had a beef and cheddar melt, and 2 potato cakes. I really love their potato cakes, so that was a real treat.
On the road, I believe I had one Chips Ahoy. I think that's all. I'm not a big Chips Ahoy fan (though I was in a car w/ two big fans), and I'm pretty sure we didn't crack open the Fig Newtons at that point.
We had a looooong wait to cross the border, during which time I got royally chewed out by one of my mom's neighbors for daring to leave town in the midst of her crisis (My mom broke her wrist Thursday -- didn't remember why she had a cast on it, and took it off -- and had quite the fight with this particular neighbor in the process -- but Lee and a therapist familiar w/ my mom's situation both said I should go). Believe me, by the time we crossed the border, I could have used something much stronger than a Chips Ahoy.
It took us a looooong time to drive through Tijuana as well, and though we were hungry, no way were we going to stop! But once we got on the toll road south, we sped right to our destination: Las Gaviotas, an American community of about 150 really lovely little beach houses. We had a place right smack on the beach, and our friends were just one house behind us (16 of us in total).
But all we had to eat at that point was snacks and frozen peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. So Lee and our friend Jack went to the restaurant immediately across the street from the complex -- which turned out to be a little more upscale than we really needed at that point. But they persuaded them to make things as simple as burritos and tacos (when really they were serving steak and seafood) -- and Jack and Lee had quite the enjoyable discussion (over a couple of drinks while waiting) with Ruben, the owner, who told them all about bullfighting and invited them to join him for some particularly spectacular bullfight that Sunday in Tijuana (they politely passed).
While I was back at the house waiting and fretting over the fact that I couldn't get my cell phone to work (the nice customer service people told me what to punch in, and said to follow the instructions -- I guess it didn't occur to them that the instructions would be in Spanish!), I spent the evening wondering what horrible things my mom might be doing to herself. And while doing so, I ate a few handfuls of Trader Joes vinegar potato chips.
Eventually the guys came back with food -- it had to be about 10:00 p.m. by this time -- Lee was supposed to get me chicken tacos, but he didn't pay attention to the fact that the chicken tacos were covered in guacamole which I can't eat (allergic). So I stole a beef taco from Cory. And then Lee gave me half a beef enchilada which was hot hot hot!
And that was it for Friday.
Okay, let's try.
Friday morning I packed up to leave for Baja. I'm pretty sure I didn't have anything for breakfast, as I had to race the kids to school at the ghastly hour of 7:30 (I hate computer class days). At least it was pajama day at school, so I didn't have to get dressed -- Sabrina insisted that I drive them to school in my robe to keep in the spirit of things.
We picked the kids up at lunchtime, and stopped to pick up a few necessities -- ice, earplugs, cookies. And we had lunch at Arby's before hitting the road. I had a beef and cheddar melt, and 2 potato cakes. I really love their potato cakes, so that was a real treat.
On the road, I believe I had one Chips Ahoy. I think that's all. I'm not a big Chips Ahoy fan (though I was in a car w/ two big fans), and I'm pretty sure we didn't crack open the Fig Newtons at that point.
We had a looooong wait to cross the border, during which time I got royally chewed out by one of my mom's neighbors for daring to leave town in the midst of her crisis (My mom broke her wrist Thursday -- didn't remember why she had a cast on it, and took it off -- and had quite the fight with this particular neighbor in the process -- but Lee and a therapist familiar w/ my mom's situation both said I should go). Believe me, by the time we crossed the border, I could have used something much stronger than a Chips Ahoy.
It took us a looooong time to drive through Tijuana as well, and though we were hungry, no way were we going to stop! But once we got on the toll road south, we sped right to our destination: Las Gaviotas, an American community of about 150 really lovely little beach houses. We had a place right smack on the beach, and our friends were just one house behind us (16 of us in total).
But all we had to eat at that point was snacks and frozen peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. So Lee and our friend Jack went to the restaurant immediately across the street from the complex -- which turned out to be a little more upscale than we really needed at that point. But they persuaded them to make things as simple as burritos and tacos (when really they were serving steak and seafood) -- and Jack and Lee had quite the enjoyable discussion (over a couple of drinks while waiting) with Ruben, the owner, who told them all about bullfighting and invited them to join him for some particularly spectacular bullfight that Sunday in Tijuana (they politely passed).
While I was back at the house waiting and fretting over the fact that I couldn't get my cell phone to work (the nice customer service people told me what to punch in, and said to follow the instructions -- I guess it didn't occur to them that the instructions would be in Spanish!), I spent the evening wondering what horrible things my mom might be doing to herself. And while doing so, I ate a few handfuls of Trader Joes vinegar potato chips.
Eventually the guys came back with food -- it had to be about 10:00 p.m. by this time -- Lee was supposed to get me chicken tacos, but he didn't pay attention to the fact that the chicken tacos were covered in guacamole which I can't eat (allergic). So I stole a beef taco from Cory. And then Lee gave me half a beef enchilada which was hot hot hot!
And that was it for Friday.
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