Voy a México

In forty days and 39 nights. I cannot wait.

Each time I think about it, I cannot sit still. I have not been on a real vacation since college freshman year. Oh. Yeah.
Every other trip I have been on has been for work or was work adjacent. Those do not count. Visiting Phoenix to see the family, sure as heck doesn't count either.
This is a real vacation. No family. And a week in a foreign country. A week!!

Here's the scoopage: a group of eight girls are all going. We rented a house for the week. The house comes with a chef that will cook for us on any given morning, afternoon, or night that we ask pretty por favor. It is half an hour from Cancun; so we won't be bothered with those tourists.

It's a week to sit on the beach, read trashy novels, play cards, do nothing, and get to know each other.

I only know one other person on the trip. Never met the other six girls. And I have only known the one girl for less than a year--we're not best buddies. This should be fun. This would usually bother me, but I'm game.

I also have to endure the pain of the passport process. UGH. I will not take my drivers license into that country ever again. We all know what happened to the last one. There is already one faux Golightly somewhere near and around Nogales. The country doesn't need two. And I am not going through the Hell of getting another one issued. Been there. Done that.

I plan on packing the smallest bag ever. Think weekend stay size. Uh-huh. Minimalism is a must. I don't want to be weighed down with too much stuff or the task of packing it all to leave.

I want to be able to toss it in the bag and adios! I'm thinking sunglasses, bikini, towel, sarong, flip flops, 2 tee shirts, 2 tank tops, cargo shorts, skirt, the outfit I wear on the plane (going and returning), and one BIG, HUGE, hat.

Before bikini I so need to stick to my fitness/diet routine. I don't know why I can't find the motivation now especially with this looming trip 40 days away. And can I mention how I cannot stop eating? Damn it, Christmas! I discovered Panda Express and rediscovered the DQ Country Basket over the Holidays.

I have never owned a bikini in my life. It is my goal for the trip to Mexico. Must. Own. One. Before getting on the plane.

The only other two items on the list I need to purchase are the cargo shorts and the colossal hat. Everything else I already own.

That's the other thing I don't want to be spending a lot just to get there. The least dollar amount spent on stuff other than the plane ticket, the better.

I Cannot Wait...