On Friday there were either a lot of rainbows or just one that followed us all the way to the gym.
I think multiple, Jeff thinks one. Then we turned the corner, lost sight of the rainbow, but saw sunset.
Then at the gym I mentioned it seemed early for Halloween decorations.
Jeff didn’t notice this.
He did see this. If he had missed this I’d be worried.
Jeff ironing is pretty normal. Jeff ironing my hospital invoice not as much. When I have treatment the hospital gives me a paper printout of the invoice. I then take a scan and submit it to insurance. This last one for $6,000 was too creased to scan. Jeff came to my rescue with the iron.
Ironing my invoice made Jeff thirsty so I made him a nice orangish brown juice. It looked gross but was surpringly good for a carrot/apple/ginger/spinach juice.
Today was “cool” enough to walk to and from the gym in the day light. It was a great chance for me to take some door photos.
I’m sure if anyone besides Jeff saw me they would have been confused as to why I was taking photos.
Even Jeff was a little confused as to why these doors.
Something about a rusty old door just begs me to take a picture of it.
Today was a really chill day. Jeff worked and I had a Spanish.
We went to a drug store to pick up one medication. When the pharmacist told Jeff it was buy one get one half off Jeff got very excited. He must have been a discount pharmacist in a past life, or is channeling his granfather who was a pharmacist. While I find buying meds as, exciting as watching grass grow, Jeff thinks of it as a scavendar hunt. After Jeff spent what felt like hours bit was probably only ten minutes talking and laughing with the pharmacist we finally made it to the grocery store.
This is a normal supermarket that is not wholesale and doesn’t sell to restaurants which begs the question, what are people cooking? I put a regular can next to these giant mushroom cans for scale.
Who needs a vat of mayo?
The giant bag of crushed tomatos I can sort of get. The vat of ketchup? Not so much.
Don’t get me started on the oil.
It was a quiet day but also exciting because it was “cool” enough to walk to the gym. It’s a 20 minute walk, so perfect for a cardio warmup. But, it’s been so hot we’ve had to Uber both ways.
We joined an Anytime Fitness gym. I think they are in the US too. The great thing about about this gym is it’s open in the weekends. The other 2 gyms we joined closed at 3pm on Saturday and all day Sunday.
My parents started the day at the Cathedral. After six months I’ve still not been inside. Every time I’ve tried it’s been closed or there is mass. So I’m really glad they got to go in.
In the evening we went out to dinner at a restaurant in Parque San Lucia where they have live music and dancing.
Can’t wait for this amazing concert.
Let’s rush the stage for a better view.
Wow look at the dancers.
Jeff and I enjoyed it for about ten minutes.
My parents have a bigger tolerance for traditional music so they liked it for 16 minutes.
After we fled the crowded plaza we stopped for a marquesita. This is a crispy crepe with parmasean cheese and Nutella. You can also add a bunch of other toppings.
Jeff loves Nutella but thought it was a weird combo.
I love parm cheese but thought it was a weird combo. Both of my parents agreed.
We did get a photo in front of a door. My parents left early Friday morning. We had such a great visit with them.
I promised my parents that we would not overdo it in the heat. But the first thing we did was climb all these stairs in 103 degrees to even get in the museum. You know when the railings are too hot to touch it’s not a good idea to go up the steps.
This statue agreed and felt sorry for us.
My parents were really good about reading the history and learning about the history of the Mayans while I goofed off.
This guy was impressed with them but still gave me the side eye.
This was my attempt at arty photo incorporating the ancient Mayan ball game with a photo of my dad.
We all agreed that the statue on the right seemed to be holding a hotdog.
We would have stayed longer, but the museum wasn’t air conditioned. We almost had to be carried to the door.
This guy also thought the museum was way too hot.
Later that night after we all hydrated we went to dinner at a restaurant serving traditional Yucatecan food. There were several women making tortillas who gave my mom and impromptu class.
Hers came out really well.
Jeff also got into making tortillas.
For some reason the only let him make a mini tortilla.
When my parents first arrived in Merida I assured them, we will Uber places, see air conditioned places and not walk in the heat. So of course yesterday we did all those things.
The original plan was to go to the Palicio de Governmiento. We Ubered here. But it was closed, or we were at the wrong doors or something but couldn’t go in.
The backup plan was to go to the Casa de Montejo which was a ten minute walk away. In the heat.
I pretty much was ready to lie down in that historical bed when we got there.
This painting was interesting. The guard’s reenactment was even better.
After the museum we walked again in the heat through the park.
After resting and rehydrating we went out to dinner and a carriage ride. Due to bad lighting I didn’t get any good photos. But I do love this one. Jeff looks like a cardboard cutout and the driver looks like I purposefully blurred her face out.
We also tried to get a picture by the Mexico sign.
I look like I’m on a drug trip. Jeff looks like we just brought a cardboard cutout of his head.
We also posed by this other Merida sign. It was a good day and my parents were great and never complained about the heat. I promised them that would be it for getting overheated.
My new meds are 2 weeks on then a week off. So for this treatment day my mom was nice enough to come with. She was even nice enough to try all the food they give me.
We started with the fruit plate. Papaya and grapes.
Then I got a omelette with a second fruit plate.
My mom was willing to eat the ham sandwich. I actually think it’s a guest ham sandwich.
You can see my ice socks in the photo. These meds can cause tingling in your fingers and toes so it’s popular to wear ice socks and gloves in the US. It’s not in Panama or Mexico. In both places the nurses are like WTF are you doing?
Neither of us wanted the jello but I asked my mom to pose with it. This wasn’t even all of it.
After I was done and we were held hostage waiting to leave, lunch showed up. Watermelon juice and enough taco meat for a family of four. And of course more jello.
Then I did my normal sweep of the room where I take anything not nailed down cookies, water bottles, apples. When I leave I assume only the restockers see that I’ve cleaned then out. This time the nurse came back in. I was a little embarrassed. But hey, I left the jello.
