SAT. FEBRUARY 18
So I woke up after very little sleep because of worrying about my mom -- I forgot to mention that on the trip down, we also learned that my mom's caregiver's father had died on Thursday night, so the caregiver was not coming back, and there was no one steady to look after my mom during the weekend when I would be out of the country.
I made Pillsbury pop-n-serve "mini-cinnamon squares" for breakfast -- basically like cinnamon rolls, but not rolled. I had maybe 7 little 1 1/2" squares (didn't count as well as I should have), while we watched tape of the previous night's Olympics (Jack, ever prepared where Olympics are concerned, had brought down his own VCR).
During that time, I learned how to get my cell phone to work from one of our group who travels to Guatemala a lot. Whew. I picked up a zillion messages from nurses at the hospital near my mom, learning that she had actually remembered to take a taxi to the ER (as I had told her to do), and that she had a temp caregiver with her while she had her wrist cast a second time. I relaxed a bit.
Then we went for a walk on the beach, climbed rocks, did a little tidepooling, and eventually made our way to one of the best surfing beaches in that part of Baja and watched the surfers and talked and hung out. Really what the weekend was supposed to be about.
We decided we would go out to dinner that night, and it turned out the family in the other house had brought all the makings for hamburgers, just in case. So back we went to hold an impromptu BBQ.
While cooking, there was a lot of snack food around. I think I ate a handful or two of vinegar potato chips, and 2 Fig Newtons. And we cooked, and someone ran to the liquor store across the street for ketchup, and we had a yummy BBQ. I had a cheeseburger w/ grilled onions (I brought an onion from home -- one always needs an onion, after all), a very few vinegar potato chips (we didn't bring enough chips of any kind, and they were all gone at that point), a big serving of broccoli salad, and 1 Fig Newton.
We hung out and read, and talked, and some people napped (excuse me, took siestas) for the afternoon. Then we went out that evening to a restaurant about 15 miles away that had been recommended as a great place to go for dinner and the sunset, plus it had an early-bird menu w/ reduced prices. Well, we took longer getting going, and missed the sunset (saw it from the road), and when we got there, they told us there was no early bird menu that particular evening. But we had a lovely dinner anyway -- not cheap, but a fraction of what it would have cost in the States.
I had chips and salsa -- don't know how much, 3 luscious lobster tails w/ about 2 oz. of drawn butter, and mashed potatoes (I asked for baked potato, but somehow I ended up w/ mashed). The lobster was magnificent, tender and juicy. Definitely the right thing to order. Oh and how could I forget: a margarita.
And we danced to the live music, and I taught Sabrina how to do the cha-cha, and she went out to one of the vendors outside and bought me a little silver-and-abalone bracelet with her own money. How sweet.
When we got home, we started a fire in the firepit in our front patio (even though it was freezing!) and made s'mores --as soon as I learned we had a fire pit, I bought all the fixings, knowing how important it would be to the kids. Well, they blasted through that bag of marshmallows -- I thought I had enough for 2 nights, but boy was I wrong. I had 1 s'more as a sign of solidarity, though really I could have done without it.
And then we watched the Olympics and went to bed.
I made Pillsbury pop-n-serve "mini-cinnamon squares" for breakfast -- basically like cinnamon rolls, but not rolled. I had maybe 7 little 1 1/2" squares (didn't count as well as I should have), while we watched tape of the previous night's Olympics (Jack, ever prepared where Olympics are concerned, had brought down his own VCR).
During that time, I learned how to get my cell phone to work from one of our group who travels to Guatemala a lot. Whew. I picked up a zillion messages from nurses at the hospital near my mom, learning that she had actually remembered to take a taxi to the ER (as I had told her to do), and that she had a temp caregiver with her while she had her wrist cast a second time. I relaxed a bit.
Then we went for a walk on the beach, climbed rocks, did a little tidepooling, and eventually made our way to one of the best surfing beaches in that part of Baja and watched the surfers and talked and hung out. Really what the weekend was supposed to be about.
We decided we would go out to dinner that night, and it turned out the family in the other house had brought all the makings for hamburgers, just in case. So back we went to hold an impromptu BBQ.
While cooking, there was a lot of snack food around. I think I ate a handful or two of vinegar potato chips, and 2 Fig Newtons. And we cooked, and someone ran to the liquor store across the street for ketchup, and we had a yummy BBQ. I had a cheeseburger w/ grilled onions (I brought an onion from home -- one always needs an onion, after all), a very few vinegar potato chips (we didn't bring enough chips of any kind, and they were all gone at that point), a big serving of broccoli salad, and 1 Fig Newton.
We hung out and read, and talked, and some people napped (excuse me, took siestas) for the afternoon. Then we went out that evening to a restaurant about 15 miles away that had been recommended as a great place to go for dinner and the sunset, plus it had an early-bird menu w/ reduced prices. Well, we took longer getting going, and missed the sunset (saw it from the road), and when we got there, they told us there was no early bird menu that particular evening. But we had a lovely dinner anyway -- not cheap, but a fraction of what it would have cost in the States.
I had chips and salsa -- don't know how much, 3 luscious lobster tails w/ about 2 oz. of drawn butter, and mashed potatoes (I asked for baked potato, but somehow I ended up w/ mashed). The lobster was magnificent, tender and juicy. Definitely the right thing to order. Oh and how could I forget: a margarita.
And we danced to the live music, and I taught Sabrina how to do the cha-cha, and she went out to one of the vendors outside and bought me a little silver-and-abalone bracelet with her own money. How sweet.
When we got home, we started a fire in the firepit in our front patio (even though it was freezing!) and made s'mores --as soon as I learned we had a fire pit, I bought all the fixings, knowing how important it would be to the kids. Well, they blasted through that bag of marshmallows -- I thought I had enough for 2 nights, but boy was I wrong. I had 1 s'more as a sign of solidarity, though really I could have done without it.
And then we watched the Olympics and went to bed.
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