So here I am --- our first night at Mazatlan. My view is of an infinity pool going into the Pacific, and to my right is my handsome hubby taking pictures of the sunset. And me.
The flight this morning was smooth and predictable. Which, for those of you who know my flight history post my senior year in high school, you know that is a wonderful thing. What wasn’t predictable was the time we were to land. The pilot announced that we were to land right on time—as stated on our boarding pass. And what, you may say, is unpredictable about that? Nothing really, because of the awesome God we have, Who constantly sends love surprises to us. We landed and were supposed to land, exactly at 10:23. This is a very special time of day for Josh and me—a.m. or p.m. because it is the time of day we remember God’s faithfulness to bring us together and we smile in love with each other when we see it. It started when I was in high school and I attributed Hebrews 10:23 to God’s faithfulness in providing. Years later, Josh was in my life as a miracle provision. So, what a way to begin the “vaca” (pronounced vay-cay) as we call it—blessed by God from the initial landing.
We arrived in Mazatlan (at 10:23 MX time) and we had to wait a little while before our room was ready. We quickly made friends with another couple from the US- Tony and Katie. They had also been married 4 years. They shared with us that they bought a timeshare and said we’d be perfect candidates for one as well, being so close to the coast in Houston (they were from Ohio). We smiled (They didn't know yet that we were big Dave Ramsey fans--and trying not to spend!) They were cool, though! We ran into them everywhere we went for those few hours while we were both waiting for our rooms to be ready. Finally, a man named Jesus said he would send someone to check on preparing a place for us. How Biblical is that?
Veinte… …gotta love this story. The first day in Pueblo Bonito in Mazatlan, I was, of course, scoping out the souvenir shop/on-site grocery store. I was showing off my espanol- Courtney Style. Josh was very impressed at first with my “Cuanto Cuesto?” to the uniformed employee. However, the little man answered something that was about 4 syllables more than I expected, and Josh just remembers looking over at my confused face as I said a big Texan, “Huh?” The man repeated himself—again—not to my understanding. “Twenty” he finally said. Josh cracked up about that for days—running around the hotel, following me, saying “veinte.” I was so embarrassed that when we went back in that night to buy a snack—we found something else unmarked w/ a price and even though we were at a DIFFERENT deli… guess who was working that cashier? So, my Love asked for the price for us. Thanks, Honey!
Josh and I are similar on a lot of things—except book reading. A good fiction, John Grisham could keep him occupado for hours at the pool, while my brain thrives on non-fiction that’s interesting and not too-too serious (I mean, we are on vaca here). So J listened to an audio book this week for his leisure- -The Appeal. Over one of our meals together, he was telling me about some of the characters and the different voices the narrator played. It made me think about some of what made this trip really fun—the people we met. It was like we stepped into a book—live. We had the opportunity to meet and really get to know the life details of some fellow vacationers.
The flight this morning was smooth and predictable. Which, for those of you who know my flight history post my senior year in high school, you know that is a wonderful thing. What wasn’t predictable was the time we were to land. The pilot announced that we were to land right on time—as stated on our boarding pass. And what, you may say, is unpredictable about that? Nothing really, because of the awesome God we have, Who constantly sends love surprises to us. We landed and were supposed to land, exactly at 10:23. This is a very special time of day for Josh and me—a.m. or p.m. because it is the time of day we remember God’s faithfulness to bring us together and we smile in love with each other when we see it. It started when I was in high school and I attributed Hebrews 10:23 to God’s faithfulness in providing. Years later, Josh was in my life as a miracle provision. So, what a way to begin the “vaca” (pronounced vay-cay) as we call it—blessed by God from the initial landing.
We arrived in Mazatlan (at 10:23 MX time) and we had to wait a little while before our room was ready. We quickly made friends with another couple from the US- Tony and Katie. They had also been married 4 years. They shared with us that they bought a timeshare and said we’d be perfect candidates for one as well, being so close to the coast in Houston (they were from Ohio). We smiled (They didn't know yet that we were big Dave Ramsey fans--and trying not to spend!) They were cool, though! We ran into them everywhere we went for those few hours while we were both waiting for our rooms to be ready. Finally, a man named Jesus said he would send someone to check on preparing a place for us. How Biblical is that?
Veinte… …gotta love this story. The first day in Pueblo Bonito in Mazatlan, I was, of course, scoping out the souvenir shop/on-site grocery store. I was showing off my espanol- Courtney Style. Josh was very impressed at first with my “Cuanto Cuesto?” to the uniformed employee. However, the little man answered something that was about 4 syllables more than I expected, and Josh just remembers looking over at my confused face as I said a big Texan, “Huh?” The man repeated himself—again—not to my understanding. “Twenty” he finally said. Josh cracked up about that for days—running around the hotel, following me, saying “veinte.” I was so embarrassed that when we went back in that night to buy a snack—we found something else unmarked w/ a price and even though we were at a DIFFERENT deli… guess who was working that cashier? So, my Love asked for the price for us. Thanks, Honey!
Josh and I are similar on a lot of things—except book reading. A good fiction, John Grisham could keep him occupado for hours at the pool, while my brain thrives on non-fiction that’s interesting and not too-too serious (I mean, we are on vaca here). So J listened to an audio book this week for his leisure- -The Appeal. Over one of our meals together, he was telling me about some of the characters and the different voices the narrator played. It made me think about some of what made this trip really fun—the people we met. It was like we stepped into a book—live. We had the opportunity to meet and really get to know the life details of some fellow vacationers.
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Beautiful sunset! Ah, how jealous am I! :) Glad you had a great trip! We have to start plannning a cousins trip!! K?
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