That was fun. We had a condo there so it was totally like living there. we went up to the Mercado (market) and bought a bunch of foods, veggies, meat and anti-bacterial to soak the veggies in and eggs, tortillas, etc. We went to a local bakery and picked up some rolls and desserts. We even went to a liquor store and bought wine, tequila and Squirt (for fake & easy margaritas).
So, we cooked as well as ate out. We spent lots of time every day at the pool. I managed to do some swimming, some exercises and a little lounging in there. I find it difficult to just lie there like a dead fish, except when I went in to the jacuzzi. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Then back into the pool 'cuz it felt cool after the jacuzzi. We also walked down to the beach a couple of times.
Puerto Vallarta was lovely but so bloody humid. I'd wake up and look at the temp. on my phone. 84 degrees but feels like 104 degrees. Ugh! You didn't even dry off when you got out of the pool and laid out for a bit. Here in Tucson, you dry off in 5-10 min. It was perfect to help make a decision about living there, a resounding "NO." Too bad, loved being close to the beach. Having a pool was a treat though.
I do need to tell you that my sis and run at different body temps. she runs pretty hot and she had the a/c on so high in the condo that I actually had to put on a sweatshirt inside! True story. I really had to put it on inside and take it off when we left to venture or eat. Crazy, right?
All was good till we came home. I got home around 10:30 pm and my beautiful Delilah came to greet me but understandably miffed at me. I couldn't find Cray-ray anywhere. I began to panic. I texted the person who was house/pet sitting for me and didn't hear back for over an hour. apparently he slipped out when she went out to the backyard and she couldn't find him let alone get him back in. The doggie door was still down blocking his ability to get back in. She had left the house around noon! There no note left for me.
I couldn't find him for 3 days. I was a wreck. The 4th morning, I walked out to the patio, looked around, looked at the shed and was stunned to see my baby's face, mouth opening and closing in the window. He'd gotten into the shed when she went in to get the pooper scooper to clean up the yard. She never checked in there. Believe me, my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride. I've cried from heartache and anger and I've cried from relief and joy. I have my 2 babies and they're healthy and happy again. So am I.
Today, I decided to go out and take a master class in Afro-Cuban Rumba taught by Katie Hernandez. It feels like years since I've danced, it really hasn't been that long, but it felt so good to dance again. I need to get back to it. Look out world. Ha! I may go tomorrow night but no promises, it's a late class and I have to get up so early. I'm so "amped up" after a class that I can't get to sleep right away and I end up getting very little sleep.
Sleep is important people. I've spoken on it at length before. Lots of hormonal goings on during our sleep and its when our body's heal. If we don't get the sleep we need then our hormones can change their timing and when we should burn cals we don't and when we should hold on to them we don't. Everything goes topsy-turvey.
You can't catch back up on sleep either. It just doesn't work that way. I must say that I sleep so well after I've worked out that day. Like last night, after taking the dance class. I slept like a rock. Yay for me!
Stay well, keep dancing and peace out people!