It was a typical, frigid, wintery day in January in DC. I was dog-sitting and had just returned home after taking my charge, Karl, for a walk around the block. I was desperately trying to defrost my fingers when my mom called. The opportunity for Matt and me to visit our favorite place in Mexico was presenting itself with a bow on top.
But this was not the year for travel. I was about to move to Norfolk and had yet to find a new job. We had plans to move into a new apartment and lacked any necessary furniture. Oh, and we’re planning a pretty big party for the end of the year. As much as I was dying to go, I told my mom I wasn’t sure we could pull it off.
Needing to do my due diligence, I called Matt anyway. He’d also just gotten off a brutal day fighting the elements. I barely got the sentence out before he said (well, screamed), “Yes. Absolutely. We’ll make it work. Yes.”
They say planning a trip, just the notion of having a vacation to look forward to, promotes happiness. This was definitely the case for us. Every time we were smacked in the face by an icy gust, or misplaced a foot in a slushy puddle, we’d remind ourselves that in only a couple more months, or a few weeks, or 5 days, we’d be on that dreamy beach, margarita in hand.
Cabo San Lucas is a very special place for me. I’ve been visiting with my family for over 25 years (!!). Nana loved it there, and it loved her right back. This was my first visit since she passed away last year.
Our week was exactly as we hoped. Good books. Better food. Salty air. Time together free of packing and boxes, grocery shopping, work stress, alarm clocks. It was a truly luxurious, indulgent trip. We know how lucky we were to have it.