Vacation, all I ever wanted

I can’t remember the last time I took a vacation. I’ve had some days away from work during which I went home to visit my parents for a holiday or a stolen weekend here and there which I used to run down to SF and back, but I haven’t had a real, honest to goodness vacation for years. I think the closest I came was in 2000 when my sister and I flew to London and I ended up working in our London office for 4 of the 6 days I was there.

In June, during my Blessed Birthday Week, Jaime and I are going to Mexico. We’re going to Playa del Carmen for a week during which we will do nothing but lie around in the sun, drink fruity drinks, eat yummy food, and sleep. I’m thrilled. I’m even looking forward to the long plane rides during which I will maybe exercise my eyes enough to read, but maybe not. Maybe I’ll do nothing but watch in-flight television (thank you, jetBlue) and twiddle my thumbs in bliss.