Normally this time of year all I can think about is Mexico, Mexico, Mexico. I'm anticipating an off-season trip to some little out of the way town with very few people. That's how Jon and I prefer to travel. We don't do spring break - although my kids and I did Mexico at Christmas time a few years back but it was a little town with few people - and we don't do big resorts. Last May when Jon and I were in Tulum everything was fabulous until we had to get to the airport in Cancun which we thought we'd get to via downtown. Needless to say, I don't do mass quantities of Mexican drivers in a town roughly half the size of Texas and I was a little frazzled by the time we got to the airport. Not to mention it was my first day of the stomach flu (no, not caused by the food, but a real-life 100% authentic stomach flu which I had been infected with before we left for Mexico) and let me just ask if you've ever dealt with that on a plane at 40,000 feet. Luckily, we had the last two rows in the back of the plane, right next to the little bathroom. God provides.
I can't wait to go back to Mexico, but all I can think about lately is finding a nice little place in the woods away from it all to hang out. I'm like pre-hermit or something. I don't want to be around a bunch of people. I just want some movies, a few good books, possibly some trash mags for amusement (and because it makes me feel better knowing that my life isn't nearly as screwed up as I think and I know this because all I have to do is read the cover in the check out line of my local Safeway), some games to play with the kids, a bike to ride in case the weather quits being so flippin' cold and a blazing fire. I know, I'm a simple gal and I don't want much. Oh yeah, don't forget the dog. He'd be ticked if I left him home when there are so many trees where I'm going if you know what I mean. And squirrels. Boz loves the squirrels too.