Nick took me on a trip to Los Cabos, Mexico, and it happened to fall on my birthday! It was only for 3 nights (I couldn't bear to leave Kate for longer than that), but we made the most of our time! Scroll all the way down for the Flickr link to all our Cabo pics.

One funny story (funny to you, embarrassing to me)...

The night before my bday, we went to one of the restaurants there at the Hilton. As you can see, I had gotten a lot of sun that day.

The restaurant was mostly empty, as was the resort on the whole. We ordered a fun appetizer...

...and that's where the photos stop. As soon as they set my beautiful main course in front of me (salmon with almond something or other and risotto), I started feeling, well, not so good. I turned to Nick and calmly said, "Just so you know, I feel like I'm going to puke, and I feel light headed." Nick gave me a quizzical look and dismissed my warnings. Seconds later I said, "I need to go to the bathroom now." I stood up and told Nick he needed to go with me. He thought I was nuts. I stood up and immediately went down. No kidding. Right there in the restaurant, I was on the floor with black spots swimming around me and only static in my ears.

And then...

I was surrounded by all the waiters... "Senora, Senora!" (and to Nick) "Is she pregnant?" (NO, I'm not pregnant! And why do men always jump to that conclusion??) After un momento, there was an attempt to get up, followed by a second fall to the floor. No lie. By this time, a couple of security guards added themselves to my entourage. They leaned me back. Ahhh... much better. Blood was getting to my brain now. Deep breaths... yes, all was good. I tried to tell them.

And then...

One of the security guards had an oxygen tank. Yes, my friends, an oxygen mask was applied to my face. I really was feeling almost my usual self, yet I was forced to breathe nice and slow into the mask. For real. The sweet Mexican men kept proclaiming, "El doctor! We need to get her to the doctor." "No, I'm fine... really." I must not have been convincing.

And then...

They brought a wheelchair. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. They lift me into the wheelchair and have to hoist the thing (with me in it) down a few steps. (Insert some grunty lifting noises here). They now were wheeling me to el doctor on the premises. We get to the "doctor's office..."

And then...

No doctor is there. Nick asks how long el doctor will be. "Only 30 minutos, Senor." Yes. El doctor had to DRIVE IN from where ever it is he lives. You need to know that by now I'm seriously fine, and feeling almost perfect. We wait for el doctor. What else can we do? I'm on the patient bed thingy....

And then...

One of the security guards gets the aloe. He puts on gloves and starts rubbing it all over my scorched back. The security guards all keep saying, "Mas aloe (pronounced all-o-ay), mas aloe! Es muy fresca!" over and over and over again. I think he put like 5 layers of aloe on my back. Disgusting.

And then...

El doctor arrives. He's 26 years old. Seriously. He says my blood pressure probably dropped. (No, really???) I had to sit up slowly, stand slowly, and take a few steps to prove I was not going to drop again.

And then...

We paid el doctor 100 US dolores for his services.

Not how I would have liked to spend that money.

Please don't make fun of me. No one believed me when I tried to tell them I was fine.

The rest of the trip photos: