Whe-ere-ere-ere did my heart go?

"Down in Mexico" would definitely be the answer. Given the three youngsters' gruelling habit of waking each other up in the early hours, the fact that I didn't have a tan to come back with, as well as the proximity of the border, we set off to Rosarito, around ninety minutes away, for a couple of days.



We had a really lovely time. Stu and I took shifts in sunbathing and eagerly awaited the lunchtime naptime when we could guarantee a good couple of hours in the sun and the pool. It was only interrupted by popping back to the room every 10 minutes to see if she had woken up. If that all sounds a bit Kate and Gerry McCann, fear not - the room (ahem, suite) opened out onto the pool and one of us was always taking a shift on the veranda, blocking the entrance. So not that relaxing, really, but such is parenthood.

About to go for a sundowner with Dad


Getting ready to go out for the day

Reading by the pool

Swimming with Mum


It was great to have a resort holiday - it has been and will be a while, I think. Stu had also booked me in for massages at the spa, plus we had a dinner at the restaurant. The Tapas Two enjoyed fajitas overlooking the sunset. Ah - good times.