I.
Delma and I flew from Kansas City to Houston and then from Houston to Cancun. On our second flight, our bags were searched by TSA. There was some unknown liquid in our luggage, they said. Delma bounced Joshua in her arms while we watched the TSA agent open our backpacks and suitcase, rummaging through our belongings haphazardly.
The lady behind us was traveling with four children, ages ranging from three to twelve. She looked at us and smiled.
"I don't miss those days," she said. "It's way easier flying with these four than it is to travel with a baby."
"Heh heh," we laughed, nervously. "Heh heh heh."
The unknown liquid turned out to be Joshua's baby wipes.
II.
At our all-inclusive resort, there was a lot of wildlife roaming around. Mainly tejónes. Known as coati in English, they can best be described as long raccoons. Like raccoons, the tejónes were excellent scavengers. They would wait in the bushes until someone tossed an item into a trashcan, then climb up the bin, hop in, grab the trash, then run out.
I saw a tejón scurrying away with an entire can of beer.
III.
The resort also had a lot of mosquitos. A lot of mosquitos. Mainly in the rooms. I slept pretty bundled up, so I didn't get bit on my torso or appendages. My face, however, was very exposed. I left Mexico with seven bright red mosquito bites on my forehead. Cara de pizza.
IV.
Joshua was amazed by sand. He would grab a fistful of it and then slowly open his hands, watching the grains of sand slip through his fingertips. He would repeat this several times and we'd watch him and laugh and laugh. The one time we looked away, he took a fistful of sand and shoved it in his mouth.
V.
A similar thing happened with the pool water. We had him in a little floatie and it seemed like he was enjoying just floating in the pool, splashing water every now and then. We turned around for a second and, when we turned back, his face was in the pool and he was drinking the water.
VI.
There were a lot of Canadians at the resort. Probably because February in Canada is a miserable time. They were all very nice and one Canadian lady even bought us Jolly Rancher shots. And by bought I mean she ordered them for us because it was an all-inclusive resort so she didn't have to pay for them. Still, it was a nice gesture.
VII.
There were also a lot of Spaniards. I did not like them as much as the Canadians. They were rude and arrogant and smelled of elderberries. That last part isn't true, but the Spanish were not very nice.
VIII.
I saw a man walking along the beach with a "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN" hat. Even in the Yucatan peninsula, we cannot escape Trump.
IX.
We rented a van at the airport. When the car rental people gave it to us, the tank was empty so we had to stop and get gas at an Oxxo (which, for the longest time, I thought was the Mexican version of Exxon, but I just looked it up on Wikipedia and it's apparently a separate thing WHO KNEW???). The total was 1,150 pesos. I gave Delma's dad three five-hundred bills. When he gave them to the attendant, the attendant angrily said "No, man, it's 1,150. You gave me two five-hundreds and a fifty."
"Oh, perdon," said Delma's dad who asked if I had another five-hundred.
"I gave you 1,500..." I said.
Realizing what was happening, Delma's dad angrily turned back to the attendant and started shouting.
"Hey, what are you trying to pull?! I gave you-"
"No no, I meant I owe YOU 50," the attendant interrupted him, laughing awkwardly.
You can't kid a kidder.
X.
Every day, I ran three miles to help offset the eight to twelve drinks I would have after lunch. On the fourth day, I went the entire day barefoot. At the beach. Around the pool. In the room. By the end of the day, the top of my right foot hurt a lot.
"Maybe it's plantar fasciitis?" Delma offered.
"Maybe," I said.
XI.
Every day, I had four cups of coffee and four glasses of wine.
Maybe that's why my teeth are yellow?
Maybe.
XII.
Every morning, I would wake up and stand in front of the mirror in my swim trunks.
"Ugh, I feel so fat," I'd tell Delma as I grabbed my paunch with both hands, squeezing my folds so that it looked like I was clutching a deflated football.
Then I would go to the breakfast buffet where I would have the same breakfast every morning. A ham-and-chorizo-and-mushroom-and-cheese omelette, a bowl of yogurt with granola and raisins and flaxseed, two pieces of multi-grain toast, two pieces of French toast with cajeta, refried beans, chilaquiles, a banana and one mini-chocolate croissant.
All-inclusive, man.
XIII.
Josh likes staring at people. When they catch him staring, he'll give them a huge smile and then turn around with a bashful grin. Or he'll bury his head in the crook of my neck and rub his face against the fabric of my shirt, laughing to himself.
XIV.
I lost a shoe at the beach one day. I'm not sure how it happened. My theory is that it was in Joshua's stroller and that since we tried to push the stroller along in the sand, there were a lot of bumps and when we hit one of those bumps, the shoe fell out and was washed away by the waves, carried deep into the Gulf of Mexico, a sacrifice to Yopaat, the Mayan storm god.
Yopaat means leaf-penis.
XV.
I didn't wear my glasses when I went out into the ocean. I liked doing that because then I wouldn't lose my glasses to Yopaat, but also because I couldn't really see the other people so I naturally assumed that they couldn't see me and I wouldn't feel so bad about my deflated football paunch.
I didn't like wearing my glasses when I snorkeled because then I couldn't see things.
XVI.
I kicked a sea turtle.
It wasn't intentional. We went to Akumal, which is a beautiful beach known for its abundance of sea turtles swimming in its crystal clear water. It's a huge tourist attraction because you can go snorkeling and get real close to the sea turtles and they won't mind because it's not like you're going to hurt them or anything, right? ANYWAYS, I was snorkeling at Akumal and I wasn't wearing my glasses and I was trying to get close to a manta ray so that I could see it better and I guess the turtle was swimming behind me and I kicked out and felt something hard against my foot and when I turned around I saw a sea turtle zipping through the water, away from the asshole who kicked an endangered species.
XVII.
We tried putting Joshua in the ocean a few times. Each time, he would cry out and whimper because of the cold water splashing him. Then he'd get over it and stare at the waves, trying to process what they were and what their purpose was.
It's fun seeing babies look at new things. You can see their gears turning, trying to compute what they're looking at.
Then they'll get bored and try to eat sand or drink pool water.
XVIII.
One day, I had five palomas (Squirt con tequila) and I was drunk and I went swimming in the ocean. The cold waves were very strong and very tall. I would have to jump to avoid getting submerged in salt water. It turned into a fun game of chicken. I'd wait for the waves to rush at me, at which point I'd turn around and jump at the last moment, then crash into the ocean like a whale, the waves spinning me around, enhancing my drunken stupor.
XIX.
The ocean was cold, but pee is warm.
XX.
Delma packed a tent to provide shade for Joshua. The first day we set it up, it took way too long and I was getting frustrated because I wanted to have a paloma and jump into the ocean.
"This is a dumb idea," I told her. "Let's just put him behind the beach chairs so that he gets some shade."
The tent ended up being the second best thing we brought because Playa del Carmen gets very hot during the day.
XXI.
The best thing we brought ended up being an inflatable kiddie pool. It was the perfect holding cell for Joshua. We used it to protect him from the sand at the beach, we used it to feed him, we brought it into the hotel shower and used it to bathe him.
Sometimes, Delma is really smart.
XXII.
Other times, Delma is funny.
"I saw something in the hallway," she said to me, "and I thought it was a tejón, but it was actually a raccoon and we both stopped when we saw each other and I tried to pass him, but then he tried to pass me, so we both just got scared and ended up turning around and going the other way."
Later on, I would see that same raccoon eating two packets of mayo by the ice machine.
XXIII.
When we were walking back from dinner, Delma's brother pointed out several ants walking in a straight line alongside us. We crouched down to stare at them. They were leaf-cutter ants, each one carrying a small leaf back to its colony.
I wonder if there's any connection between leaf-cutter ants and leaf penis.
XXIV.
I saw a bridal shower at the beach. One of the girls was wearing a "BRIDE TO BE" hat so I shouted "Woo, congratulations on getting married!"
The girl looked at me and gave me an unenthusiastic "Woo."
Marriage is a depressing prospect, it seems.
XXV.
I tried writing standup jokes while on the beach. I riffed this one to Delma:
"People say that today's society is looking more and more like 1984. I really hope not because in 1984, I was a sperm cell."
She didn't think it was very funny.
XXVI.
I kept getting mixed signals from the hotel employees. Some called me muchacho, others caballero and others called me señor. Thirty-one is a weird age.
Who am I?
XXVII.
I tried drawing people at the beach. It was my first time trying to draw real people. Some turned out ok. Some didn't.
XXVIII.
In Mexico, car seat laws are very lax. Since we didn't need to use a car seat for Joshua, Delma and I took turns holding him in our laps in the backseat.
Joshua enjoyed being able to look out the window at passing cars. Anytime a large truck sped past, revving its engine, Joshua would jump, startled, then put his palms against the window and stare.
It was nice not having to worry about keeping him entertained in the car seat, but with every twist and turn of the van along winding roads, I'd think about what could potentially go wrong. With every twist and turn, I'd grab Joshua tighter and hold him closer.
XXIX.
Joshua loves climbing me. He'll latch onto my shirt with his tiny hands and attempt to scale the mountain that is dad. He never gets very far, but that doesn't stop him from trying again and again and again.
XXX.
Delma and I got a couples massage on the beach. The masseuse lady started by giving me a nice back rub, then asked if I would like her to apply some more pressure.
"Un poquito más," I murmured, enjoying the feeling of her hands squeezing my back.
Then the squeezing intensified. She began to press down with her knuckles, pretending my back was a tube of Aquafresh and she was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out. She would knead and squish and chop and punch my back, at times nearly bringing me to tears.
It hurt. Very much.
At one point, it became a game for her. She would start applying intense pressure to certain muscles in my back and I would hold my breath. She wouldn't stop applying pressure until I stopped holding my breath and I would try to hold it as long as I could. Inevitably, I would sigh in defeat and she would slowly ease up, before repeating the entire process all over again with a different part of my body.
The next day, I felt amazing.
XXXI.
One morning, I woke up at 6AM to watch the sun rise. I put on my swim trunks, did my whole deflated football paunch thing, then walked on down to the beach with my plantar fasciitis.
As I sat on the beach staring out at the ocean, I watched the tide roll onto the shore, then slowly roll back, a gradual eroding of the sand happening with every wave.
A group of Spaniards, still drunk from the night before, walked past me, laughing and shouting.
They sat a few feet away from me and stared out at the ocean as well.
"¿Lo hacemos?" one girl asked.
Everyone murmured and nodded in agreement.
"Ok," the girl said. "FREE THE NIPPLE!"
Then they all ripped off all their clothes, stripping down to the skin they were born in, their nakedness flapping in the salty air.
"WOOOO!" the girl shouted.
They then proceeded to run into the Atlantic, crashing through the surf, laughing and screaming hysterically. They then stopped and took a group selfie, naked in the ocean.