A Real Vacation
Going to Mexico and staying at the Bahai Pricipe Tulum resort was the first real vacation I've been on since I don't remember when. Maybe in 2001 when I went to Newfoundland with a group of friends, but after the first few days of camping and roadtripping, we were at a church event that seemed like more work than retreat. And visiting family isn't much of a vacation either, at least in my opinion. So maybe the last vacation I went on was when I was a kid with my family in Victoria (like when I was 9).
Going on a church retreat is just that, a retreat focused around church community and my faith tradition. But vacation is still a retreat, maybe even more so because its not something I get to do on a regular basis. I loved that I didn't have to do anything. Some days I slept in through the morning. Other days I took 2-3 hour naps in the afternoon. Most of the time I just lazed around the beach or near the pool. The biggest decision was if I wanted to do stuff with the other people there for the wedding or just do my own thing. Well that and what drink I wanted to order.
My roomates were a little annoying at times, they are really good friends but they get on each others nerves often. By Thursday there were times when I couldn't bare being in the same room as them and their bickering. Clubbing in Cancun was awesome. Dancing on stages/platforms is something that I'm usually really self-consious about (and need to be very drunk to even consider), since for the 3 days leading up to that night all my roommates talked about was how skinny I was compared to them, I felt like I could dance with them on a platform and not feel totally ugly. That night involved a lot of dancing with random guys from the club crawl, but that's all it was -dancing. What happens in Cancun, stays in Cancun.
The weather for the wedding was hot and sunny. I felt faint when they were taking pictures so I went back to my room so I could cool off in the airconditioning and drink a lot of water. Probably should have eaten somethign but knew I was going to pig out at dinner. I avoided fainting. Nicki looked amazing in her dress, I felt privileged to be the one to help get dressed since I was ready to go and the other girlfriends were only part way through their 2 hour make-up rituals. The photographer took a picture of me helping her with her necklace, after her mom couldn't get the clasp to close. And Paul looked great in his outfit too. I was the only mutual friend that they had there. And really the only one of Paul's friends who was able to go to Mexico. Which was fun because he vented to me through out the week about the crazy wedding shit that goes on with people.
There were a couple of days where I was depressed. One where I needed to nap it off and eat a supplement. Another where I felt totally excluded when the other girls went to an attached hotel for lunch and didn't meet me at the room like they said they would and I couldn't find them. But in all fairness to them they thought I just needed a nap, since I had bailed on lunch a couple of days before when I layed down for a few minutes before lunch and slept all afternoon (it was rainy that day so what difference did it make?). I was more relaxed there than I am at home. That's how I can tell it was a vacation.
I hated gaining weight! All we did all week was drink and eat. Drinking alcohol which is filled with sugar and calories. So I knew once I was home I'd be able to take off the weight again because so much of that would be cut out again! thank God. I hated that I didn't look as good as Nicki, Karen or Joanna in a bathing suite, they are so pretty and thin...especially compared to me.
I'm glad that I wasn't sick when i was there. Although I was getting sick on Thursday night, I had a fever during my sleep and woke up cover in sweat even though it was cool in the room and I was cold. Since coming home I've had many nights like that, not in the past couple but that's because of the medication.
Going on a church retreat is just that, a retreat focused around church community and my faith tradition. But vacation is still a retreat, maybe even more so because its not something I get to do on a regular basis. I loved that I didn't have to do anything. Some days I slept in through the morning. Other days I took 2-3 hour naps in the afternoon. Most of the time I just lazed around the beach or near the pool. The biggest decision was if I wanted to do stuff with the other people there for the wedding or just do my own thing. Well that and what drink I wanted to order.
My roomates were a little annoying at times, they are really good friends but they get on each others nerves often. By Thursday there were times when I couldn't bare being in the same room as them and their bickering. Clubbing in Cancun was awesome. Dancing on stages/platforms is something that I'm usually really self-consious about (and need to be very drunk to even consider), since for the 3 days leading up to that night all my roommates talked about was how skinny I was compared to them, I felt like I could dance with them on a platform and not feel totally ugly. That night involved a lot of dancing with random guys from the club crawl, but that's all it was -dancing. What happens in Cancun, stays in Cancun.
The weather for the wedding was hot and sunny. I felt faint when they were taking pictures so I went back to my room so I could cool off in the airconditioning and drink a lot of water. Probably should have eaten somethign but knew I was going to pig out at dinner. I avoided fainting. Nicki looked amazing in her dress, I felt privileged to be the one to help get dressed since I was ready to go and the other girlfriends were only part way through their 2 hour make-up rituals. The photographer took a picture of me helping her with her necklace, after her mom couldn't get the clasp to close. And Paul looked great in his outfit too. I was the only mutual friend that they had there. And really the only one of Paul's friends who was able to go to Mexico. Which was fun because he vented to me through out the week about the crazy wedding shit that goes on with people.
There were a couple of days where I was depressed. One where I needed to nap it off and eat a supplement. Another where I felt totally excluded when the other girls went to an attached hotel for lunch and didn't meet me at the room like they said they would and I couldn't find them. But in all fairness to them they thought I just needed a nap, since I had bailed on lunch a couple of days before when I layed down for a few minutes before lunch and slept all afternoon (it was rainy that day so what difference did it make?). I was more relaxed there than I am at home. That's how I can tell it was a vacation.
I hated gaining weight! All we did all week was drink and eat. Drinking alcohol which is filled with sugar and calories. So I knew once I was home I'd be able to take off the weight again because so much of that would be cut out again! thank God. I hated that I didn't look as good as Nicki, Karen or Joanna in a bathing suite, they are so pretty and thin...especially compared to me.
I'm glad that I wasn't sick when i was there. Although I was getting sick on Thursday night, I had a fever during my sleep and woke up cover in sweat even though it was cool in the room and I was cold. Since coming home I've had many nights like that, not in the past couple but that's because of the medication.
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