Got to Quinta Roo today with Suk. Feeling a really guilty leaving Seattle, the hustle and bustle of life has been overwhelming lately. I have gone with the flow, redirecting as manyof life's streams as possible--but always feeling like there is more i can do. Well, maybe because there is more I can do. Its not an ideal time to go anywhere, but now that i'm here I refuse to ruin my forced relaxation by worrying about the rest of life elsewhere.
We stepped off the plane, delirious from 8 hours of travel (starting at 3am)-- I was dragged through the airport, bladder exploding to partake in the traditional first beer just outside the airport doors. Ignoring the mayan paparazzi (my take on the million and a half darling shorties assaulting every obvious tourist for tours, rides pictures etc) we chugged a beer and then found our SUV pickup. Stuck in the car with 3 very interesting people from Oklahoma (no offense mom) for 25 minutes I entertained myself with an inner dialogue centered primarily around the ladies horrible fake louis vuitton scarves and wondering if they reapplied their makeup in the bathroom at the baggage check or if it was always a mile deep.
Dinner (lots of protein to offset my guilt that is already setting in about the copious amounts of alcohol that will be consumed in next 13 days) a fun juvenile soccer game (on TV) and now lots of sleep.
oh and its supposed to rain tomorrow.
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