Hurts So D*** Much

Dear Diary,

How is it that you can bitch about little things…about a lot of little things…and still claim to have had a good time on a trip?  That’s pretty much how the Cozumel trip turned out.  Flight both ways was actually pretty good.  Had some scissors taken by the inspectors in Mexcio – totally forgot that I had them in my make-up kit! They were actually found by the second inspector – the first only took out the hairspray in the carry-on and moved it to the check-in piece.  The hotel was pretty but…the a.c. was noisy, the shower was not very powerful nor the hot water  plentiful and the bed was missing a comforter.  The all inclusive deal on the food was disappointing.  Breakfast was fine and lunch was okay but the evening meals were terrible. Reservations for the main dining room were almost impossible to get unless you were up at 7 a.m. to make them.  Last night 23 of us went to this delightful place called Prima for some of the best Italian and seafood I’ve ever eaten! Shopping was on the agenda but not a lot of purchases made – and that was okay.  Found the turtle oil that Meghann swears will “keep you from peeling” and a really good price on Benedictine liquor – purchased with dear Tom in mind as it was one of his favorites that he “introduced” me to.  Hubby missed one of the planned activities due to an upset tummy from something he ate.  I missed one of the evenings out due to too much consumption of some really good margaritas on said planned activity.  The travelers’ checks were a waste of time and almost impossible to cash for U.S. dollars.  Passports are much easier to use than birth certificate and driver’s license for ID and I was glad that we had them.  Decided that another trip to Mexico was not high on  my list, having visited Cancun 2 years ago and a couple of ports on the cruise this past November.  Will look for other vacation destinations.

As usual, it’s the people we traveled with that made the trip pleasant.

We arrived back on time, found the car, loaded up and started  out for home.  Decided to stop for a late lunch – it being 2 in the afternoon – at one of our favorite  Mexican food places. Shared a pitcher of strawberry margaritas. Debated whether or not to have them sing to R for his birthday. Enjoyed the meal and packed up the leftovers.

Walked out to find that the driver’s door handle on the suburban had been messed with.  Looked like someone tried to break in.  Got in the car only to have sis discover that her purse was missing. Holy shit! So was their  video camera and 3 pieces of our luggage.

Good bye turtle oil, Benedictine, all of my Clinique makeup that I had just treated myself to, the Pink cologne and lotion set that was part of the treat,  all of R.’s clothes and shoes – most of which he just bought for the trip since he had the extra cash with the new job – hubby’s carry -on, R’s one purchase of an Italian soccer jersey, hubby’s and my passports, 2 books that I bought for the trip and had just started reading and my jewelry…some of which could be considered “trinkets” – others pieces with a moderate price tag in actual dollars but a hefty sentimental value overall.

I know, I know…it’s just material things…things that can be replaced…blah, blah, blah.  But it just…

… hurts so damn much.

~Susie