Week with Family: Wednesday

Ok so I was lying a little on my last post. When I talked about my parents and Neal coming, they had already come! I don't know if you caught that, but I just had to tell you I was telling a little bit of a white lie. =) I am going to let you guys in on what the 4 of us did when they were down here, so I'm just going to break it up by the day since my mom just loves taking pictures and well it would take a while to get all the pictures I want to post in one blog.

After they got into Merida around 9:30PM Tuesday night, we just headed back to the house, got settled in and so forth. Then Wednesday, I planned on all of us going on the 3 cenote tour that I had taken earlier in the semester so they could experience the different forms of transportation and get to swim in a few cenotes which were very important in Mayan history. So here are just a few pictures.

Neal being the daredevil climbing tree roots that were almost touching the water from the tree above us since we were probably 300 feet underground. He did it since I absolutely hate heights.

In that same cenote there is a high platform you can jump from and well since I hate heights I told Neal that I wasn't so sure I was going to do it another time since I had already put myself through that fear earlier in the semester. But, I decided to be "nice" and jump in with him, holding his hand but it took about 5min. to coax me into jumping in. You can't really tell in this picture but he is standing on the edge of the platform while I'm standing 3 feet back because I was so scared. I don't think I have ever screamed so loud and sounded so scared in my life as I did jumping in that second time.

Mom, being the photographer, wasn't in too many pictures. This was at the first cenote before we all got in. The water was freezing but so refreshing!

Making our way in the trici-taxi to the horse-drawn carts that took us to the cenotes. We may be smiling in the picture but we felt awful for how hard the peadler had to work!

On the bus to Cuzama where the three cenotes are located.

Wednesday night we ate at the nice Italian Restaurant, Villa Italia and had a great time sharing a meal together. Its been the whole semester since I have sat down and ate with the people I love most. It was such a blessing! However, after that night, my parents started giving me crap about how far we had to walk to places. I told them that the restaurant was about a 5 block walk from the Central house but on the way, my mom yells out, is it 5 or 15 blocks?? And I was like, its coming up, just relax. Well on the way back, to pick on me even more, they counted and it was 9 1/2. I was only off by about 5 blocks, but after being here for 3 1/2 months, 5 blocks is not a big deal at all! But, when they are used to driving everywhere, 10 blocks each way is a walk. Even though I kept reminding them that they could eat more than usual here because we were going to do a lot more walking! I think all the walking I do has contributed to the little bit of weight I have lost. I don't know if all of you know this, but I struggle with my weight. I want to be heavier (don't kill me for saying that!) but I lose weight super fast and can't gain it back that quickly, so I'm hoping that with all the warm, yummy food that I'm going home to on Saturday afternoon, that I am able to gain the little bit of weight back.