DeA and I tend to take a week vacation together, kind of to remind her why she married me. She must be getting bored with me, because last year she repeatedly said that the kids should come on our next trip. We flew out of Seattle on Saturday morning, and drove over Friday night after work. It wasn't quite a smooth day, with DeA doing her sick Ryker impersonation in the tub from 5am until 9ish. Dad helped get her and the kids into town and we dropped off Leo Puppy at a friend's for the week. Ryker celebrated the impending trip to Mexico by having an authentic Jack In the Box taco.
It was an early morning to get to the airport. The shuttle was very quiet with half-awake kids staring into space.
Jens loved to watch the cotton candy sunrise at our gate.
Flying with Alaska is still a chore, the flight attendants are constantly circling and looking for an excuse to yell at someone for having their mask slightly below her nose.
The boys had their own row and filled it with their Switches and food.
We made it to PV without problem and met up with Mama Zista and Papa Dave. We went to dinner at a taco place, Ryker asked the waiter if they had anything beside Mexican food. He then confidently ordered a medium-rare NY strip steak. I asked why he didn't order an enchilada or burrito, he said "I can get that at La Brisa". Jens ordered a lemonade that looked fancy.
A passing mariachi band saw our group of gringos and sang us a song before we could say "no tengo dinero"
Medium-rare, just the way he likes his Mexican steaks.
We were all pretty worn out after that traveling.
Ryker could not walk past the poor little girl or the guy without legs and not buy something from them. He has a big heart in that little chest of his.
We intended on going to church on Sunday, or at least I did, but DeA and the kids seemed to think that if they drug their feet that they wouldn't have to go. It worked.
Jens spent almost an hour getting her hair braided so that she didn't have to worry about it all week.
Schookums and Rock sat and supported her, Ryker tried to get Rock to drink his fizzy lemonade.
Ryker and I sat at the beach bar with some drunk Bengals fans and hoped that the Chiefs would pull their heads out. Spoiler alert: They didn't.
The finished braided product.
Ah, yeah, a Mexican cheeseburger. Just cheese, ketchup, and mayonaise.
Fajita flambe!
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