MeXscape

I know a lot of you reading this are cringing in horror at the thought of going for surgery in a Mexican hospital. Many people conjure up a picture of a glassy-eyed bandito type with a knife in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other getting ready to cut me open. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Today marks the end of Mazatlan Bike Week 2008. It's the last festival in a closely packed season. We were just recovering from Carnival when Semana Santa started, which blended directly into Bike Week. It has been a veritable cornucopia of eye candy with all the custom bikes.

I was invited to a baby shower earlier this week. Ugh. I don't have children by choice. My sister doesn't have children. I have never babysat. I just don't "do" kids. And baby showers are just a little too precious for my taste. I don't particularly relish the requisite games, and I feel like a fake smiling and oohing and ahhing over all the precious baby-ness of it all. But, out of friendship and respect for the woman who invited me, I agreed to go. Which also meant I had to buy a gift.

We are finally both mostly healthy and recovered. Just as I was starting to recover a little, Chuck started with a high fever. Sheesh. At least I was well enough to walk around a little when it started, so I could care for him like he did for me.