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The Scene
On the way to breakfast today, my mom and I discovered our family crests emblazoned all over the hotel. WHA???? Turns out the owner of the hotel shares our last name. Explains why we've been getting nervous sidelong glances and first class service every time we say our name. Pays to be famous...even if it's only by association :)































Ate my weight in breakfast food this morning. I may not own the hotel but I owned the buffet today ;)
























And my mom got to play her favorite game: teaching the American to eat weird Latin American fruits. Don't remember what this one is called but I call it Boogers. Or, um, The Sperminator.
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After getting sperminated by fruit, my mom and I played on the beach. Finally finished reading Eat Pray Love. Perfect time for me to finish a book about travel, self discovery and spirituality. With everything that's been happening with my mom and the tumor, I've been trying to get back into meditation. And these days in Cancun have been a god send for helping me quiet my mind.

It's as if "long ago God drew a circle on the spot where I'm standing right now." That's one of my favorite lines in the book. I think it's one of my favorite lines of all the books I've ever read.





















































In the afternoon, my mommy and me hit the gym again. The Ritz does this glorious thing at about 25 minutes into your workout, right as you want to give up or throw up. They bring you ice cold towels drenched with mint on silver platters. That damn towel is literally the most envigorating thing ever. Gets you through the rest of your cardio fresh as a daisy. I swear if my gym at home did this, I would work out every day...maybe.























































In the evening, just as a light rain started to fall, we headed to the first indoor activity I'd pre-planned: private cooking lessons at the hotel's culinary institute. When I booked the class I had no idea my mom had actually done a class at the Ritz in Paris with my Dad like 20 years ago. So in strange way it was like he was there with us today. After all, the only thing he loved more than his girls was getting his piggie on.













































































On the menu for us to prepare tonight: salad nicoise with seared tuna, lamb stew and chocolate souffles. Um, just a tad more complicated than my recent cooking escapades.

















































































































As expected, my mom was the star pupil and I was the problem child. She was laughing most of the time. The laugh of a seasoned veteran who could make this meal with her hands tied behind her back. I one the other hand felt like my hands were tied behind my back.

My biggest gripe: chopping. I loathe it. Mostly because I am afeard of hurting myself. I blame my mom because she always made such a production about me not chopping my fingers off whenever I helped her in the kitchen. All you mothers out there, remember that your fears become your children's fears. Even 30 years later.






























Thankfully my questions and incompetencies couldn't hold back the three people who actually cooked the meal. Everything turned out beautifully and deliciously. Am hoping to duplicate it for a dinner party back home. Thinking of handing out golden tickets ;)












































































The Outfit
Forever 21 dress

The Accessories
Necklace I bought from a friend's friend
Marc Jacobs purse
Fashion District sandals

The Grade
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The Commentary
Last week, Mr. Diabolina asked me what I was going to pack for this trip. I said I figured I'd pack much of the same stuff I packed for our trip to Hawaii back in June. He looked horrified and practically yelped, "But you are going to change it up a little, right? For your readers!" He's kinda the most ridiculous and amazing man ever ;)


So my concession to Mr. D today was wearing the same pretty and comfortable blue F21 dress but added a contrasty necklace to switch things up.

















































































































































































Think it added just the right amount of fuss at the necline.

































































































































Not that this dress with all it pretty lace-like detailing needed more fuss.




























And not that it mattered much since it was covered by an apron most of the night.