Otro Margarita Por Fabor

Another margarita please...Otro margarita por fabor. I have just learned my key phrase for our one week trip to Mexico. Yep...tomorrow we are off to sunny Manzanillo for a one week, all inclusive stay at what appears to be the very swanky Las Hadas Golf Resort and Marina. Outlook: sunny, 30 during the day, cooling off to a balmy 22 at night. Ah, we love our life. Book a trip on Friday, leave the following Tuesday. Clearly, I am seeing the benefits of being "disabled" and unable to work full time here. Not so bad. Now that I have my head wrapped around a vacation as opposed to more travelling that is.

Ever since our trip to Portugal I have been dreaming of more travel to Eurpore. I immediately began saving any extra penny possible for another adventure to a foreign land where Dave and I could spend an extended length of time discovering a different culture, a different history, a different land. I eyed packages and deals similar to the one we had in Portugal. Spain, Italy, France. They all called out my name. My desire to go back to Europe is so strong. The idea of a one week all inclusive vacation was just not what I had in mind. Dave, however, made it very clear upon our disasterous return from Portugal that he would not be making any transatlantic flights with me for some time. In fact, he would need to see me stable for at least one year, with no significant ups or downs, before he even considered crossing all those time zones with me. Our travels would be limited to North America, perhaps as far as the Carribean or Central America. No Europe. He sounded like a lot like my shrink whenever the subject of work came up. And he wasn't joking. And who could blame him? The poor guy was left to deal with and explain his manic, obnoxious, yelling, pushing, kicking, then drugged, drooling, barely able to stand lunatic girlfriend from Lisbon to Frankfurt to Vancouver. Like I'd want to be in those shoes!

So, over the past year I have continued to pursue the idea of Europe, pointing out travel deals, talking about places I want to go, until finally having to accept that this was just a non-negotionable. Okay. So, I recently put myself into vacation mode...spending much too much time on travel websites looking at sunny destinations and getting into the idea of spending a week at a resort doing absolutely nothing but laying in the sun, dipping in the pool and ordering margaritas (or any fun fruity drink for that matter) from the swim up bar. Heavenly. The sooner the better. A couple weeks ago, Dave decided the time was now and we, or should I say I, began spending even more time on travel websites scoping out deals. Dave contacted his travel connections last week and on Friday we were booked into the Las Hadas. I was THRILLED! I'll be spending my 36th birthday alternating between laying poolside and sitting at the poolside bar. I don't think it gets better than that!

So, great travelling it may not be, but then again, what can be better than spending a week doing nothing but relaxing by the pool, soaking up the sun and leaving the "real world" behind? Otro margarita por fabor!