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Beating the odds in Mexico

By Jennifer
D’Alvarez
Sequel to Jen's
previous article,
My Non Toxic Wedding and Honeymoon
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“Your living is determined not so much by what life
brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not
so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind
looks at what happens.”
Kahlil Gibran
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For our first wedding anniversary, my
husband and I took a trip to Zihuatanejo, Mexico for what we
thought would be a relaxing week on the beach. Zihuatanejo is a
small fishing village a few miles away from Ixtapa, which is a
major tourist destination. After extensive research on
TripAdvisor, I found a
small family-owned hotel right on the beach. I
corresponded with the hotel manager for weeks to ensure that the
proper arrangements would be made (no pesticides sprayed for at
least two weeks prior to our arrival, no fragrance in our room,
our linens washed in vinegar and water, a room far away from the
pool) and she was more than happy to oblige.
We had prepared as much
as possible and everything seemed to be in place, however once
we got there we realized that we were in for some challenges.
Though they had not used fabric softener just prior to our
arrival, it didn’t matter. Every washable item was inundated
with the scent. We always travel with our own sheets and we
immediately stripped the bed of blankets, sheets, then the
mattress pad, and finally found that the mattress itself reeked
of fabric softener. The first night we put our sheets over the
mattress pad hoping the scent might be contained by clean sheets
but unfortunately, it was not. We hardly slept at all that night
and the next day we went shopping. We bought a new mattress pad,
some beach towels (because theirs stunk so badly), some vinegar
and baking soda and went back to the hotel. To clean the sheets
and the new towels we poured 3 bottles of vinegar and a whole
can of baking soda in the Jacuzzi tub, threw the towels and
sheets in, turned the jets on and let them do their work.
We gave the new mattress pad to the manager so she could wash it
with vinegar in their washing machine and then we were going to
hang dry it (our theory was that they used fabric softener
sheets in the dryer so by having them not dry the item, it
wouldn’t smell – boy were we wrong). Eventually we finally moved
the mattress out on the balcony and used the pads from the patio
lounge chairs as our mattress for the remainder of our trip.
It definitely wasn’t the most comfortable bed in the world but
it worked.
I wish that had been the end of the
challenges but on the third day of our trip, my husband got a
stomach bug and I was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. There
were intense thunderstorms the first four days which also
limited our ability to go out. Needless to say the first few
days of our trip were exhausting and stress-filled but we were
determined to enjoy ourselves. Unable to swim in the ocean due
to the storms, we ended up spending a lot of time reading under
our covered balcony while watching the rain come down (pretty
nice actually).
Finally, on our fifth day, it became sunny and
beautiful. We chartered a small fishing boat, caught some fish
and the captain took us to a secluded island where our fish was
cooked and served to us on the beach. It was incredible. We swam
in the calm waves and relaxed just as we had planned.
Everything fell into place from that day on and the rest of our
vacation was wonderful and relaxing.
Our trip was a lesson in patience and
perseverance. Through sheer determination and a willingness to
face challenges we managed to have a great time. Though it’s not
always easy when you’re chemically sensitive and even when it
seems all odds are against you, it is possible to enjoy
yourself. Our vacation ended up being a good one and we have the
pictures to prove it.

Jen was born and raised
in Southern California and currently resides in the San Gabriel
Valley, which is an area just north of Los Angeles. She is the
director of development for a non-profit organization that
provides services and programs to high risk youth and their
families
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