Sourdough Pizza

Jeff has finally gotten back into making soughdough. He cooked a lot of bread in Panama but not in Mexico.

He got his starter going again. In Spanish it’s called Masa Madre. He has to label it because otherwise it looks like something you would throw out.

We only have a toaster oven so he had to make mini pizzas and loaves of bread. I gobbled down by mini loaf so fast I forgot to take a photo.

Temple of the dolls, with no dolls

On Saturday we went to the town of Dzibilchaltún to see the temple of the 7 dolls. The name was so long we couldn’t get it all in the photo.

We started by going out for a great breakfast. Our waitress was super friendly and spoke great English. When she asked my name I said “Soy Sher” which in Spanish means I am Sher. I shorten my name since they never can pronounce it. For whatever reason she thought my name was Soysher and no matter how much I tried could not explain it.

There was the temple and a bunch of other ruins.

It was “cooler” than it’s been but still 99 degrees, a little too hot for walking around in the sun.

This was steep. Jeff ran up it. I went up on my hands sort of crawling. I wish I had potholders. The stones were hot.

The view was great from the top.

I went down on my butt. Could have used a butt pot holder.

Jeff went up ahead while I enjoyed the bench with a palapa

There was even a cenote. Unfortunately it was not open for swimming anymore.

The temple is named after the seven clay dolls they found in the temple. The website said the dolls were on display in the museum. I dreamed of that air conditioned museum the entire time wec were out there.

Turns out the museum isn’t built yet. Not sure where those dolls are. Where are those seven dolls? They are probably in someone’s living room.

It was a hot day, but fun and only a 20 minute Uber ride from our apartment. Looking forward to going back when it’s twenty degrees cooler.

Around town with my sisters

After treatment on Monday I was full of energy due to the steroids they gave me. We walked around town and had tacos.

If the above photo had a name for a filter it would be oldest sister filter. I didn’t purposely make them blurry in this photo. Although they might not believe me.

Love that they were able to climb up onto these chairs.

Super nice skeleton.

Jeff joined us dinner and this happened. This was not our idea. We asked our waitress to take a photo and next thing you know we were wearing sombreros.

We ended the night at their airbnb.

Treatment day and the coolest Airbnb

Jenny and Laura came with me to treatment. They saw me in my ice cap. This med can cause hair thinning so this cap is supposed to help. So far it seems to.

I could not get either of them to eat the guest ham sandwich.

There was enough jello to go around.

They say with me while I was held hostage for two hours waiting to be released.

Then it was time to check out their Airbnb. This was the door into their Airbnb.

It was the must incredible Airbnb I’ve ever been in. It was like a historic house/art museum.

And they had their own private pool.

There were more rooms and more art but we were hungry so went out for tacos. I’ll post those photos tomorrow.

Last beach day and grasshoppers

We spent Sunday on the beach which was so nice.

After the beach they dropped me off at our apartment. I was really tired and needed to eat bland food for treatment the next day.

They found a great restaurant and ordered elote that came with grasshoppers. They asked for them on the side.

Yuck! They didn’t try this.

It also came ground up in salt which they tried. They said it just tasted like salt.

They have an amazing Airbnb which I’ll post about tomorrow.

Treatment day

Every treatment day is pretty much the same so I’m running out of things to post. Sven and Sergio were even bored with it.

One of my nurses had these cute nails. She was thrilled I wanted to take a picture of them.

Everything went fine with treatment. Nothing new is a good thing.

Celebrating Jeff’s Mom

Jeff’s mom, Jan passed away on Saturday. The Zeunert family all gathered during the week to sit with her and say our goodbyes. All three sons, their wives and all six grandsons were able to see her, Even Michael who sent her a video from Germany where he lives.

This is a picture of Jan from a few years ago with her favorite drink, a gin martini.

Here are a few more from several years ago.

Jan loved nothing more than a good party with family, so we did our best to gather and celebrate her. It was a week of sadness but also joy being together.

There was even a failed Muppet photo.