Somewhere over Mexico..

...is where I feel like my soul is still traveling

A plane's eye view

I've talked about this feeling before, where my soul can't quite keep up with the modern world and it travels back a little slower than my body. I think my level of distraction is partly due to that ;) Well, I've finally unpacked and I'm going to shake the sand from my suitcase outside once I put on real clothes -- I forgot what a pain they are and how quickly I get used to swimsuits and skirts.

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It's so funny how I felt like I was on Spring Break for adults, couples, and families. We met a lot of genuinely cool people, but we still referred to them by defining qualities as we rarely exchanged names, "Oh there's our Michigan guy!" we'd say, or "Looks like Barbie and Skipper bought matching dresses" "Ooo, our Canadians are getting burnt over there" "Weren't those girls from Valentine's Day dinner nice?" Speaking of, I was actually looking forward to spending Valentine's Day with my parents. For starters, they are the cutest couple on the planet, but they don't rub it in your face AND neither of them really cared about Valentine's Day anyway. In fact, by the end of the night we had shortened our commemoration of the holiday by just saying "Happy VD!" which we all found pretty amusing.

Yes, that is a coconut with liquor in it = YUM

One thing I did fail to realize, though, was that an all-inclusive resort is kind of like a cruise ship in that they want everyone to be one, big, happy family and thus, do everything together. So, there was a lavish, red & white, dinner celebration that we couldn't avoid on Valentine's Day. Regardless of the day, it was entertaining. They had a cabaret-esque show, and a cute staffer dressed as cupid sat down next to me at one point, somewhat startling me. Of course, the food & drinks alone would have been enough to make it bearable.

Ha, the best part about Valentines Day, occurred on the day after when Mom and I were taking our morning stroll on the beach surveying the remnants from the night before:

Mom: Oh for Heaven's Sake...there was a condom on the beach back there!

Me: Oh for Heaven's Sake!

Mom: I know, and it had a red thing tied to it..(???)

Me: (pause) Mom! That wasn't a condom, that was the balloons from last night...remember the hundreds of red and white balloons tied together?

Mom: Ohh, ha! Good thing.

Me: Jeesh. I wonder what else you misinterpret when I'm not around.