First, I want to thank you all so much for your words of encouragement on my previous post. I am so lucky to have your voices in my ear.
So, we’ve booked a trip to Mexico in July.
Because traveling internationally to a developing country with a child under one when you’re struggling with severe anxiety is totally the thing to do.
The thing is that this will essentially be a free vacation for us. My mom offered to pay for our airfare, and we’re staying at her timeshare just outside of Puerto Vallarta. Plus mom is also coming, which means BABYSITTER.
How could we say no? We couldn’t.
So now I’m left to stress about ALL OF THE THINGS THAT CAN GO WRONG. And OMG there are SO. MANY. THINGS.
The last time we went to Mexico with my family, we had a near death experience on a catamaran. We made the mistake of taking a snorkel/pristine beach day trip across the bay while TOTALLY hung over. Then we got so sea sick (courtesy of our hangovers) that I threw up in the water while snorkeling, and Catch spent a while puking over the side of the moving boat. THEN WE GOT CAUGHT IN A MONSOON. No joke. Full on monsoon. Pouring rain. Crazy lightning. Zero visibility. NOT ENOUGH LIFE VESTS FOR EVERYONE ON BOARD. (Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale…)
So this morning, as I was discussing the trip with my mom, I mentioned that we would not be getting on any boats this time. Fortunately, she was in agreement, having been caught in ANOTHER MONSOON (same trip) while doing a Pirate-themed dinner cruise on the bay. Catch and I had decided to sit that one out, and we were pretty grateful when the rest of our family returned around midnight looking like drowned rats.
We also agreed that we’re going to stay at the resort and not go into town because I am too afraid that someone is going to steal my baby. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I know that the resort cities in Mexico are reasonably safe for tourists because they live off of tourism, but hello ANXIETY. I am convinced that we’ll go from a stroll through town to the nightly news in the USA.
We’re going about 2 weeks before Charlotte’s first birthday. Catch picked up her birth certificate today so we can get her a passport. I can’t believe my baby needs a passport.
If you have any tips for traveling with an almost 1-year old, I’m all ears. Er, eyes. Whatever.