We are back from Punta Cana! 
Woot!
It was a very relaxing trip. Although owned by the same company, the resort was not nearly as luxe as the one we stayed at in Cancun. The travel agent that arranges these trips for Potawatomi (who we became friends with during the trip) told us that Excellence Punta Cana was bought from another resort chain and as such, it’s older than the rest of the Excellence resorts. (If you wanted to go there without winning the trip from Potawatomi, Excellence Punta Cana is cheaper than Excellence Playa Mujeres (Cancun), though.) I do think that Excellence Punta Cana has some unique advantages over Playa Mujeres. For example, Punta Cana has an open-air sports bar with pool tables, foosball, and ping pong. Punta Cana’s dance club is also larger. I did not like how Punta Cana’s dance club seemed to have these random mixer games thrown in every few songs. I mean, I can understand doing that sort of thing if the crowd is not already mingling and dancing, but it was frustrating to get really into the dancing and then have to clear the floor for the dance hosts to run a game. The games were fun and silly, though, and DH won many prizes.
Pictures from the trip are posted in the gallery at this link. I’m probably not going to bother captioning them, but here are a few that I think are worthy of comment, in vaguely chronological order:
Open air airports freak me out. Honolulu had an open air airport. It just feels strange to be at an airport that has no doors.
Granted, in a closed airport, you can never get a good picture of the plane like this one!
There were a bunch of cows between the airport and the resort. The resort was like 45 minutes from the airport, which is a very long time after you’ve been on a flight for six hours and haven’t eaten.
DH tried boogie boarding one day. He was mostly unsuccessful.
I, however, was very successful at sitting in a beach chair and watching him from the shade.
I also did some swinging while there. 
We watched the Olympics from our TV in the room. The odd thing was that the resort’s NBC channel was out of Denver, of all places. So, “prime time” Olympics started at 10pm our time (7pm Denver time). Actually, most of our evening entertainment was watching the Olympics. I really have enjoyed Vancouver’s Olympics…the winter games are so much more fun to watch than summer! I loved the down parka skirts that the female greeters wore during the opening ceremonies, and I really liked the US snowboarding team’s uniforms. I loved the opening ceremonies, although I only saw the first half live…I saw the second half at home recently.
On Wednesday afternoon of our vacation, I started feeling not-so-great. (TMI follows throughout this paragraph…consider yourself warned. Skip to next paragraph if you don’t want to know.) As is customary at such places, I’d been drinking so I went back to the room to rest in the shade and also “detox” for the afternoon. That evening, I got ready for dinner, but my stomach felt horrible. We were meeting the aforementioned travel agent, a friend of his, the promotions director, and her daughter for dinner at the resort’s Mexican restaurant. I made it to the restaurant, but while we were waiting on a table, I excused myself to the ladies room and proceeded to throw up. Twice. But, I felt better and then attributed it to drinking and sun. I cleaned myself up and headed to the (now ready) table where everyone was. But, as soon as I started munching on chips (without salsa…I was being careful), my stomach went into knots again. I excused myself again to the bathroom and proceeded to poop liquid while feeling very light-headed and blah in general. I felt like I might be sick again, but I couldn’t get myself to throw up. So, I went back to dinner…then my main course came, and as soon as the smell of food hit my nose, I felt like I was going to throw up. So, I apologized to everyone at the table and said I wasn’t feeling well, that anyone was welcome to my dinner, but that I was headed back to the room. I told DH to stay and finish his meal and not to worry…I’d be fine. At this point, I was still pretty convinced that I’d just gotten too much sun and drinking in my system. Several hours later, around 3am, after having to go to the bathroom at least once an hour to vomit and/or poop liquid (sometimes simultaneously…I made use of the bathroom’s trashcan for one task while the toilet managed the other), DH and I figured I’d either caught something nasty or gotten food poisoning. I was worried that I was getting dehydrated or would have a hypoglycemic session, though, given that I couldn’t even keep a cracker or some (non-diet) soda down. At any rate, we called the resort’s doctor. It was awesome. She came to the room, listened to my symptoms, did some quick checks of my blood pressure and such, and then gave me a shot of something in my rear end to stop the vomiting. She told me to rest for an hour and then try to eat something…and then sleep if I felt like it and come see her at her office at 10am the next day. (Crackers did not stay down, but otherwise, the rest of the night was without major incidents in that direction…I was still having the waterpoop, though.) By the next morning, I was feeling a little better, but I couldn’t convince myself to eat. I basically just stayed in bed until time to go to the doctor’s office. While there, I threw up again, though it was just water that I’d drank that morning. So, I got another shot in the rear end as well as 2 packs of pills to take orally. The doctor gave me a list of things to try eating (rice, plain bread) and some electrolyte juice (apple flavored) to drink. She said I had to drink as much water as I could manage and to mix the electrolytes with water, too. By noon on Thursday, I was able to eat some rice that DH brought me and keep it down. I followed that with 2 rolls. By 2pm, I’d finished off the electrolyte juice. At 6pm, I saw the doctor again and was pretty much in good shape. I was still a little washed out, but I felt miles better than I had that morning. She told me to keep taking the drugs and that I could slowly start eating other foods. She also had me fill out a report for the resort on everything I’d eaten in the 36 hours before I got sick, every restaurant, etc., so they could do an investigation. I’m pretty sure it was from this one bite of calamari I had at lunch that day. It didn’t taste right (hence me only taking one bite), and I started feeling ill within an hour of having lunch. At any rate, I had six bites of meat at dinner (mostly chicken) and a whole mini-loaf of bread, as well as a big serving of mashed potatoes. Everything tasted like the best food ever. By the next morning, I had a waffle with nutella for breakfast along with some fruit. And while we were at the airport on Friday, I ate a Wendy’s grilled chicken sandwich. So…gradually, I got back to eating normally. If you check my twitter feed, you can see when I finally had a solid poop again. It was a glorious moment.
The last part of my trip kind of sucked because of being ill, but our new friends were very supportive (they called to check in on me and offered to bring me things), and DH was *awesome* about bringing me things and staying with me. Also, I watched lots of speed skating and biathlon. I also have to say that, of all days for me to be sick, that was the best timing it could have had. Any earlier in the week, and I would have been sick when I needed to do and turn in schoolwork. Any later in the week, and I would have been sick while flying home. Also, the weather kind of sucked on the day I was sick. It was cloudy and very windy. (There was a big rainstorm overnight on the night before we left.)
Coming home was fairly unremarkable. DH stayed at the casino to play poker, and I drove home to visit with Pancake. Pancake had clearly missed us. For the whole weekend, he was never more than five feet away from us if he could help it. We had a *ton* of TV to catch up on, including Survivor and the TAR premiere (I’m rooting for the cowboys, I think…or the lesbians.). And there was other fun during the weekend that I may get around to blogging about later.
