Mexico

A couple weeks ago Johnny and I went to Playa Del Carmen for Property Solutions sales rewards trip.  It was five days away from the cold, laying in the sun, away from crazy boys. It was heavenly.

A look at our resort

Day two we went to the Tulum, Mayan ruins.

 And swam on the beach below the ruins.

For some reason Johnny wanted to bring Speedo Shorties, he fit right in with the Europeans.

We took pictures of souvenirs we were bringing home to the boys so they could know we were thinking of them. 

Johnny and I did a rush course to get a Scuba certified before we left.  

Here's my little dramatic scuba story.

Our first dive I thought I was going to die. We were at 80ft in a very strong current (think the E.A.C that the turtles in Nemo are in) and I couldn't figure out why I started floating upwards.  We were taught over and over that when you go below 40ft for any amount of time, you have to stay at 15 ft for three minutes to get all the nitrogen out of your blood.  Otherwise, you are at risk of  getting whats called the Bends - horribly sick with pains in your joints, possibly life threatening, where you then have to go to a decompression chamber at a hospital to get the nitrogen out of your blood.  

the location of our first dive

I started rising and Johnny thought something was wrong. I was fine but had no idea how to get myself to sink, which in turn then made me panic, so I was not fine. I kept looking up and seeing the surface get closer and closer.  When I started floating away I quickly got lost - I couldn't see anyone in my group and was on my own.  Johnny looked at our instructor to see what to do, and when he turned around he couldn't see me. He was still being swept away in the current and I was out of it drifting on my own.  After my head broke the surface I tried to sink back to 15 ft to avoid getting sick (even though you're not supposed to) and stared off in every direction trying to see someone.  

Johnny rose to the top, waiting at 15ft for as long as he could, and started yelling my name as soon as his head was above water.  When I went back up I heard him calling and he was 100 yards away!  Our boat saw him first, picked him up, then came for me.  Adrenaline helped me until I was sitting next to Johnny and he asked if I was ok.  Then I spent a good few minutes sobbing.  After a bit we realized Johnny and I both were fine and not sick.  Our instructor told us what he had seen happen and calmed me down.  

40 minutes later, after they gave us both more weight to help us sink, we did our next dive and it was one of the best things ever!

 Cozumel

Oddly enough, it was a good learning experience and I'm glad it happened so we know what to do in an emergency in the future! 

The next day we went to a place called Xplor.  We zip lined from tower to tower and through waterfalls, floated on a raft through underground rivers and stalactite caves called cenotes, and drove little off road things on some dirt roads through the jungle.

Johnny sang "kiss the girl" to me while we floated in the river, which may seem romantic, but he did it with a spanish accent - throwing in some espanol - while people were walking by on a pathway right next to us. 

Johnny's smolder.  This is also not shaving for five days, don't laugh.

We were all excited to be home!