Don't cry for me Argentina

Okay, I am NOT going to Argentina, it's just the song that is stuck in my head right now, as we put together the final preparations of going to my blessed Eden. 

Cancun, Meh- heee-  koh

That's right, I'm off to warmth, sun,  and waves crashing on a pure white sandy beach.  The kind of sand that DOES NOT BURN YOUR FEET!

To a place of delicious pina colada's sin liquer, grande.  The smell of sunscreen in my nose 24/7, the sound of the language of my heart in my hears, and the sight of family and friends in my eyes.

I will sleep.  I will read.  I will visit ruins.  I will snorkel.  I will swim with dolphins.  I will dive in underground cenote's.  I will listen to Mexican saints bear their testimony's of Jesus Christ in Spanish.  I will eat a lot of chips and guacamole.  I will barter in the market    I will end up paying more than the crap is really worth anyway. I will fall asleep to the sound of the ocean's wave crashing, as the balcony door is cracked open a tich.  I will get up before sunrise, just so I can SEE the sun rise over the Yucatan.

I will enjoy being with my family and friends, but will miss Sissy and her Daddy.  I might karaoke.  If I get enough virgin pina colada's in me.  I will eat too much, spend too much and likely talk to much.  But that is how.I.roll.

(2 years ago - I am hideous.  I post for the motivation of pure public humiliation to NOT have any picture like this ever again)

I may or may not blog.   That will depend on borrowing a laptop, having extra time, and feeling like it.  We'll see.

I don't have posts scheduled.  I figure, no one really cares anyway, I am just NOT that entertaining.

For now, I am off to drink a Monster, shower, and finish packing.  I have a plan to catch!