I decided that Sarah had spent enough time being mildly chilly in San Francisco, and that what she really wanted most for her birthday was a trip to a tropical location. So, on my birthday, I booked us a trip to Mazatlán, Sinaloa. We stayed in a really cool botique hotel. Called Casa Lucila. It was really awesome. I especially loved the shower. Pictures will probably be on PicasaWeb before too very much longer. Don't worry, they aren't pictures of me in the shower.
The whole trip was quite relaxing, and we got to go in the ocean a couple of times. The beach was a little dirty, but the ocean was nice. We did pretty well with our broken Spanish. Which reminds me of another funny story. On Friday night, while we were packing, I said something to Sarah in Spanish, and she responded and said something else clever and appropriate in Spanish. This was odd, because we had pretty much determined that my Spanish skills were better than hers. So, I looked surprised. Sarah noticed and said, "Oh, yeah, I learned Spanish" in that kind of definitive way that implied that she could now speak the language fluently. I laughed and said, "When did you learn it." She smiled and said, "On the bus, yesterday and today." Ah, good times.
Anyway, the most eventful part of the trip was on Sunday morning when Sarah went down to get her massage that we had scheduled for 9:45. I stayed behind to pack up the clothing explosion that had happened in the hotel room since we would only have about ten minutes after her message before we needed to catch a cab to the airport. Then, at 10:15, Sarah comes back up to the room. She is all disappointed because the masseuse didn't show up. We kind of shrugged it off and decided that in Mexico, they don't run on as tight a schedule as Americans. Oh, well, maybe next time. She went and sat out by the pool as I finished packing the bags. Then, we went downstairs around 11 to get our ride to the airport.
Once at the airport, we found out that our plane was supposed to start boarding at noon, and it was already 11:45, so we kind of hurried through security and got to the gate just before noon. Well, nobody else was there, so we looked around and made sure we were at the right gate. We were. Then, Sarah went to try and find a bottled water, and then, she came back and said, "That clock over there says it is 11AM." Apparently, Mexico did the whole time change the weekend before America. So, we were an hour early to the airport and Sarah was an hour early for her massage. Kind of funny. But, mostly, the trip was just very relaxing.
Actually, there was only one thing that happened on Sarah and my recent birthday trip to Mazatlán, Sinaloa, Mexico, that would qualify it to be part of a movie by National Lampoon. But, we'll get to that later.