So, why, why, why, why did we think we could survive the Mexican sun — in late May — wearing spf 45?
Silly pasty white Breyers. Although pasty really isn't the word for it anymore. Now we're both slightly sunkissed (that's the nice way of saying "not tan") and super peely.
Despite generous aloe applications, regular doses of Advil, and not being able to touch each other (or, you know, sleep on our backs...or shower...or walk) for nearly five days, we had a really amazing vacation. It was fun to leave work and school and parenthood behind for a few days, though we admittedly found it hard to talk about anything else for the first day or two. We spent eight years alone, only talking about ourselves, and now after one year as parents we have a hard time talking about anything else. It took a day (and a few mango margaritas) to find our way back to just being Nate and Abby, and not Calvin's parents, but we got there. And it was just as good as it always was, maybe even better.
We ate well (that probably goes without saying), laughed a lot (we are such dorks), and did some serious relaxing (when your legs are so burnt you can't walk, you kind of have to). It was the almost* perfect way to celebrate five years of marriage, surviving the first year of parenthood, and Nate's graduation.
*Next time I'm bringing spf 100. Or 150. Do they make 150? They should.
And now, a series of photos of the two of us, taken by us, or one of us, taken by the other. Photos are tricky when you're on vacation alone.
Together (you can see the sunburn progression from horrible to marginally improved):
Alone, each of us looking kind of ridiculous:
Random scenery and some iguanas:
And, finally, the photo we took to prove that we've been in a bar in the last five years. Granted, it was noon, we were waiting for our taxi to the airport, and we were the only people there. But we're still cool! Seriously! I promise!
