We woke up to beautiful weather on a beautiful beach, but Saige, our 21 month old, was super cranky! Not to get too graffic, but she hasn’t pooped in three days… and she is not very happy. Every 20 minutes or so, she stops whatever she is doing and starts contorting her body while whimpering and crying, “Popo, Mommy, popo.” It’s heartbreaking!
Luckily, our friends’ neighborhood/compound/gated community (what do I call it?) has a medical services office. A very nice doctor examined Saige and told us it was normal to be constipated after severe diarrhea. Who knew? She gave us some baby gas medicine and told us to feed her lots of fruit and vegetables. Again, all this is much more than you want to know, but any of you who are parents know that as a parent, you spend a lot of time worrying about and discussing your kids’ poop. It’s part of parenting… and part of travel, now that I think about it.
We spent the afternoon hanging out in the pool and then went to the beach for a beautiful sunset. It wasn’t very romantic with a cranky toddler in tow, but hey, we take what we can get.
After we put the kids to bed, we headed out to a scrumptious dinner (Peru has a well deserved reputation for its amazing and varied cuisine) and then to a club for dancing. Compared to the places I have been to in Colombia, this club was not that exciting. It was 1:30 am and nobody was dancing yet. It turns out I have grown accustomed to Colombians dancing wherever they can and they start early, as soon as they are done with dinner. This really works for me, as does having a nanny who sleeps over and gets up with the kids the morning after. Our friend kept telling me that nothing happens early in Peru, that if we just wait a little while, people will start dancing. All I could think about was how I would need to get up with Saige at 6 am. I don’t love dancing this much…