Puerto Rico

So everyone is still asking me " What did you do in Puerto Rico", but yet are unsatisfied by my answer. Maybe it's because I leave out a lot of details. Or maybe, just maybe my trip wasn't as exciting as it should have been, but after a wedding it was just what I needed. Let us begin. We were married on a Saturday. We spent the night at the Hyatt downtown Seattle. We took our time waking up, eating breakfast, and getting ready. We didn't have to be anywhere until 12:00. We went to my parents to open presents, but they didn't get the memo that 12:00 means 12:00 and not 2:00. So we didn't end up leaving to drive back to Utah until 4:00ish. We drove halfway and spotted overnight in Baker City, OR. On the drive the next day, I started having these incredibly strong urges to pee, but when I would go, nothing would come out. It eventually went away, and we continued our trip to Utah. We arrived home on Monday night, caught about 5 hours of sleep, and then tried desperately to make it to the airport on time for our 7 o'clock flight. We barely made it and thus began our honeymoon.

Nate gets motion sickness. I have never experienced being with someone who gets motion sick. We made it to Puerto Rico with only a few scares of Nate throwing up. Everyone clapped when we landed. I thought it was a Latin thing, this cheering, but apparently it's just a Puerto Rico thing. We got off the plane, saw some cops arresting gang-bangers, and made it to our hotel. It was beautiful. The weather was beautiful. And I hadn't been on a tropic vacation like this since High School. I laid out, Nate swan, and we had a really relaxing time. We ate at Denny's almost every meal.

Then I woke up, and was in extreme pain when I went to the bathroom (this is probably all too much information, but oh well). I had a raging UTI and I didn't know what to do. When I starting voiding blood I got worried. All of the clinics were in really shaddy parts of town. We decided to call the resort doctor. $150 later, we were on our way to the Walgreens down the street. The 1/2 mile seemed like 20, because I was so sick. When we got there and ordered the prescription, I had forgotten my ID, and just started crying. I began mumbling about how Nate was my husband (he had his ID with him) and how we just got married so we had different last names. Well, it worked and they just gave them to us. The medicine worked really well, but it turned my urine clown orange.

Nate's birthday was a few days after. Happy Birthday, I have to stay in bed and rest. I felt so bad for making him sit in a hotel room, that I pretended to be better and we walked to some old fortresses. I was fine for the first little bit. I was just trying to flush my fever away with water.

Then it started to get worse. It was hot, I was really sick, and I just wanted to sit down. I ended up making Nate see the rest of it without me while I sat on a bench and people watched.

Nate and I continued to walk through the city to find a McDonalds, because A. I love McDonalds, and B. I was getting really really sick.

We searched for an hour and couldn't find one, following the directions we had found on-line. I was in tears. We finally asked someone, who told us the McDonalds wasn't any where close, but directed us to a Quiznos. It saved my life. After eating and sitting in AC, I felt tons better. We continued walking to a movie theater. Somehow, we ended up in an abandoned part of the city. We were walking and talking and all of a sudden Nate stopped and yelled. He had stepped on a glass bottle top that went through his flip flop. It had cut a deep gash in his foot and there was blood every where. We had no choice but to keep walking. More blood came out with every footstep. I made him wash it off in a fountain we found. But he ending up stepping in standing mud water on his way back to the path. We tried to find a walgreens the internet told us was near by. But after 30 minutes of searching, we just went to the local drug store. We bought rubbing alcohol and bandaids and cleaned it right there on the streets of Puerto Rico. Happy Birthday Nate. Then we went to the movie as planned. We saw "Moonrise Kingdom". Then we went back to the hotel. I started feeling a lot better the next couple of days. Although, it was cloudy from then on out. We went to the beach almost everyday. Nate boogey (sp) boarded, and I watched from my towel.

It was fun and relaxing. I want to do it again, minus the UTI. Although I was glad to get back home, because I had left my house a mess and it was giving me stress. On the way home, we hit A TON of turbulence. No big deal, for me. Nate was sick as a dog. When we started landing and the seat belt sign was turned on, we hit the bumps. We were completely surrounding by horrible, crying children and no one spoke English. I Nate was about to lose his breakfast (we ate at McDonalds, but Puerto Rican McDonalds do not have egg mcmuffins, what's up with that), so I began frantically searching for a barf bag. There weren't any in our entire row. I was about to get up when we started landing landing. So, I told Nate to use his sweatshirt, which he did. Now, I'm a pretty good person when it comes to bodily functions, but there is something about a grown human throwing up that makes me completely nauseous. Nate throw up into his sweatshirt as I watched, and I started dry heaving into the isle. Luckily I didn't puke, but I was nausesous the rest of the day, and for the next 2 flights we had. But, alas, we made it home and began life as we know it. Nate started working the day after we got back because a co-worker needed someone to cover him. I was called in to start my new job the day after, and life has been the same. I get up at 7 and go to work until 5. Nate starts work at 2:30 and comes home at 11. We get to see each other for about 2 hours a day, if we are lucky. Hopefully this all ends when school starts!