Viva Mexico!

Any excuse to go to Mexico is a good excuse, right? A son's high school graduation (2019). Best friends find cheap tickets during pandemic (2020). A nephew gets married (2022).

Ah, Mexico! Turquoise water. White sand. Endless mojitos. The happiest of people. And no wind chill to worry about. It's quite paradis-ical.

Admittedly, I was a bit anxious about this year's trip. Not that I wasn't excited for Dillon to marry his sweet southern belle, but stuff kept happening. Flights were being cancelled. Our room status was questionable (our fault for our fickle decision-making). Shootings were happening on resorts. And, of course, there's still the whole Covid thing and making sure we could make it back to the U.S. God forbid we get trapped in paradise!

After sending many annoying texts to our kids to ensure they were prepared for the trip (Got your vax cards? Did you all take a rapid test? Don't forget your passports! Leave your fake IDs at home), I finally told myself it was time to quit worrying and have fun. And fun we did have. The wedding was beautiful with top-notch toasts. The spa treatment was heaven. The food was exciting! Yes, exciting! When knives are juggled, that's exciting.

But there were a few bumps on the trip. A little spat because I was taking too long to get ready the night we arrived. (I always take too long, but there's less tolerance after a long day in airports and drinks to be had.) Back to the bumps. Too much tequila for the tiniest girl in our travel party. A bladder infection for the oldest girl in our travel party. And a bout of nausea for the most allergic-ridden girl in our travel party. But we carried on like troopers!

Then Covid testing day arrived. The worry had been lingering in the back of my rum-infused brain, especially whenever I heard our son cough. As it turned out, my worrying was merited.

As we walked through the hotel lobby to the testing site, Cole seemed particularly nervous. Then he confessed. He hadn't really taken a rapid test before leaving AND he had actually felt like shit.

He was afraid we wouldn't let him go to Mexico.

Solid logic.

So, we waited and fretted to get our noses swabbed. Then they took us all back to a little dark room. It all felt very criminal. We lined up, passports in hand, and let the nurse poke our noses. Then we were led back to another little dark room to await results. A guy came in with purpose and walked directly to Cole. My heart fell. This was it. Cole was going to miss his first week of college, quarantined in a Mexican resort. His life was ruined.

As it turned out, the guy just wanted our passports and Cole just happened to be sitting there. And within a few minutes after my heart attack, the negative Covid results were all delivered. Hallelujah, let's go drinks more rum.

I'm not sure if there's a moral to this story. I don't think so, except maybe, just maybe things always work out. Even for the good-hearted liars.