Five days was just long enough to achieve thorough relaxation. Any longer and we would have been comatose. Seriously, the most activity we engaged in was the walk to the buffet line every two hours. We got through several library books, decided on baby names and ate enough chips and salsa to last us through Cinco de Mayo, 2016. The timing was perfect. We left just as the tequila jokes had started to lose their luster...but really, who can't get enough of "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, Floor!"? Ha, I laugh even as I type this. The charter flight back to Chicago smelled like stale alcohol and bitter resignation. We were surrounded by painful sunburns and Bo-Derek braids. But Jerry and I got everything we needed out of these five days and were ready to return to our sunshine, Ella. We missed her dearly. The pictures posted were virtually the only ones we took. Jerry, dapper as ever in a Lucha Libre mask we purchased for Ella. Me, in my one requisite "pregnancy" shot. If all goes as planned, it will be the only time I am caught on camera until six weeks post-delivery.
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