New Mexico to Mexico (Spring Break!)

For Spring Break, we went to Mexico.

It surprised me, a bit, how few people we spoke to were actually going away for Spring Break unless they were international students. My flatmate had a home tennis game and then her wisdom teeth removed, and I almost felt bad that I wasn’t going to be at home to keep her company – not bad enough to not go, though!

Unfortunately Albuquerque Sunport (yes, the airport is called a Sunport) isn’t big enough to take you anywhere directly, but that meant we had six hours to wander around Phoenix in our layover and eat the best sandwich I’ve ever had, so I can’t really complain.

Puerto Vallarta itself – BEAUTIFUL. I loved the colourful buildings and how it looks a little run down but isn’t really, and the money side of me liked how a lovely meal and a glass of wine was just over $10. On the first night we went to a restaurant where they provided ‘chips and dip’ and brought a table over to create the guacamole right in front of our eyes. Needless to say we finished that off very quickly (and the fishbowl-sized margaritas)!

On our first night out, we met a woman at our hostel who quickly invited us to a party she and her girlfriend were having the following day, on a rooftop overlooking the sea. Who would say no to that! It was only when I looked at the facebook event later that I realised we’d actually been invited to her engagement party. It was the most surreal afternoon – our group made up about half of the people there, and we’d only met her the night before. We drank beer and went for a dip in the pool and wore glow in the dark wristbands and watched the most beautiful sunset over the sea. The best part of the night, though, was an impromptu speech from one of the other guests – a self-proclaimed traveller who had been divorced twice before her current marriage and was telling us to never give up and to do whatever we wanted, fuck what anyone else thought of it. I’m upset that I didn’t record her, because it was so inspirational it gave me shivers and I don’t remember it well enough to recreate it.

One of the bars – my favourite; we called it the Cow bar because we could never remember its name and it had a huge cow out the front – also had a swing that was positioned over the bar. Naturally, this made it my favourite place. Being able to go on a swing that high up with a view of the broadwalk, palm trees and the ocean…what could be better? This bar was also my favourite for another reason: the uniform of the barmen and women (also sold as merchandise) was a t-shirt and cap saying “FUCK DONALD TRUMP and his wall”. We went there a few times, to say the least.

I don’t think I can leave this post without mentioning Eric, our hostel owner. He was the most amazing person who took us out every night and knew all our names within the first two days. He made the holiday as amazing as it was. Eric, we love you.

Although we were upset to leave, I was looking forward to being in my comfortable bed again rather than a solid hostel bunk bed. And, luckily for us, the weather back in Albuquerque was exactly the same as in Mexico and allowed us to have two lovely days (and a BBQ) by the pool before we had to jump back into work again. 😎



An unusual weekend

I have to say, I don’t think I’m ever going to have a weekend again where I’m sunbathing in my bikini on the Friday at a pool party, and going skiing the next day. Albuquerque’s got some intense weather differences going on at the moment, and I definitely made the most of them last weekend!

It’s cold now, snowed last night kind of cold, but this time last week the weather was in the teens (celsius, no matter how long I’m here I will never understand farenheight) and heading up. Friday was scheduled to be a whopping 24 degrees – in February! I know! – and we made the most of it by spending the whole day at the pool. We got burnt, we played with a frisbee, we stuffed our faces with an amazing BBQ, and we had a great time in the pool – in February! I know I’m banging on about it but who wouldn’t! – and the hot tub. And then put photos of the day all over social media to make everyone back home jealous. (Sorry.)

Saturday morning, however, was a different story. No lazy lie-in now; we were up at 5.30am for a three hour bus journey up to a small ski resort called Sipapu, which must be about the only place in New Mexico that still has snow. I’d never been skiing before, never thought I would like it much, but I couldn’t pass up on a day trip to do something I’d never done before. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one in our group who’d never been skiing before. Unfortunately, the ski slopes in Sipapu weren’t particularly accommodating for such beginners, with the difficulty level going from a slope that was almost flat to one that was incredibly steep: at one point, wanting to go on the chair lift at least once, my friend and I thought we would have to ride the lift up and then take it back down again, because we’d never get the hang of it! I spent the majority of the first couple of hours on my arse and laughing at my friend also on her arse, but after lunch we decided to bite the bullet and do one of the green slopes. And  from then, no one could stop us! (Apart from sudden corners. Or coming across a snowboarder. Or laughing so hard we fell over. Or- I think you get the gist.)

As much as my knees are hurting now – who would’ve thought I had muscles there? – I’ve had the most insane weekend, and actually tanned more when skiing than sunbathing! Typical. Let’s just hope the sun comes back to Albuquerque soon, and in the meantime I’ll finally get round to watching Breaking Bad.

(If anyone wants to know what I did on Sunday? I spent the whole day doing my homework for the week. It may not look like I’m doing any work, but I just prefer to make people jealous by talking about the cool stuff I’m doing rather than my homework!)