Actually not Cancun, but the "Mayan Riviera," which sounds even more fabulous than Cancun. This is the second time I've purchased an expensive vacation based on Greg and Maya. And this time, it looks like we're actually going to go on the vacation!
A little background. When Summer was two, we went to a charity auction for her day care, and I drank one glass of champagne and one very large glass of chardonnay, and paid $2,000.00 for a six-night stay at a safari lodge in South Africa. Isn't that what everyone does at charity auctions? Doesn't everyone have $2,000.00 lying around to set on fire and dance around? I did it because A., elephants are cute, and B., I was drunk (Jeff was even there next to me, not drunk at all, so I'm not sure what that was all about) and C., Greg and Maya had been to France, Spain, Israel, and Costa Rica in like a six month period and I was starting to feel just a little lame that we had maybe, oh, gone into Somerville for dinner once in that same time period, and you know what, we didn't even do that, because you know what, we are SO LAME.
As I drove away from the Concord Country Club with my $26.00 pound of peanut butter fudge and Jeff's $150.00 "shaker" table that is exactly the wrong size to fit nowhere in our house, the brochure for my $2,000.00 (airfare not included) vacation flew off the top of my car, where I'd left it, because, clearly, I have no brains at all.
The next day I realized that in no way could I leave my tiny girl child for over a week and travel to the other side of the globe, because the tiny girl child cried when I left her at the lovely day care center one mile from our house. We had two years to use the trip. I got pregnant. I had a preemie. I nursed him for a year. I could not take innoculations. I could not leave the two children with well-meaning but unprepared grandparents, because really. No one is prepared for the drama queen preschooler and the wrecking ball toddler 24/7. I could not afford another $3,000.00 in airfare. I had many tortured telephone conversations with my poor friend Sarah. I decided I was a big lame-o, no surprise there, and eventually, it all just sort of... went away. There. We didn't go to Africa!
Fast forward to this year. We got an invitation to Jeff's cousin Jessie's wedding in Mexico, that country where it's 100 degrees and you're not allowed to drink water or anything with ice cubes in it. "I guess nobody's going there," I snorted. "We are," Greg and Maya said. Lame-o alert! "I'm being lame, aren't I," I said to myself.
So I bought four plane tickets and booked a hotel room.
And then Greg and Maya said they were having second thoughts. After all they are having a baby TOMORROW.
More tomorrow!
Oh my, you'll have fun! We went there for our honeymoon. And guess what? Yesterday I booked our family a trip to Puerto Vallarta! I guess great minds think alike.
Posted by: Julie | March 22, 2007 at 07:54 PM
I am so glad you are coming to Mexico! Of course, you are absolutely right, the weather will be too hot and we can't drink the water, so wine and beer will be the only safe liquids.....and we will be forced to lounge in the pool, and snorkle, and make Jeff take care of the kids :)
Posted by: Jo | March 23, 2007 at 11:54 PM