OK, I need to rant.
Just got off the phone with my mother, who was calling to tell me about some acquaintance of hers who had a brother who got diarrhea this one time in Mexico. A few weeks ago, she had to tell me all about some person she heard of who ate bad pork and got a worm in his brain (?!), and last month, it was news report after news report about all the violence going on in Mexico (yeah, 2000 miles away from the Riviera Maya).
From the beginning, my parents have been fighting us on having a destination wedding. I've had to deal with a never-ending stream of questions and negativity. "Will it rain?" "What if the guests get lost?" "Do the restaurant workers there wash their hands?" Well, I have no control over the weather, people can get lost anywhere, and I haven't personally inspected every single restaurant in the Riviera Maya, but millions of people go there and manage to have a good time, so they must be doing something right.
Everyone else has expressed happiness and excitement, including my fiancÃ©'s parents, who said it looks like a beautiful location that they're very much looking forward to visiting. If any of the other guests have negative thoughts, they're smart enough to keep it to themselves. And I know that at the end of the day my parents will come and bring lots of love to our wedding, but in the meantime, they're sure doing an excellent job of driving me nuts!