Monday, April 10, 2006
When J~ and I booked tickets to Mexico, it was a leap of faith that we'd still be together when the date of departure arrived. But instead of breaking up, we only got closer. Still, I found myself bracing for what seemed inevitably difficult: a whole week together without pause, negotiating unfamiliar landscape and foreign language, food, water, sleep. Certainly the romance would begin to wear thin. Hidden demons would rear their ugly heads.
We flew into Cancun with a vague plan to move south, away from the big resorts to quieter towns along the coast. No hotels booked. No agenda. No itinerary. No plan carved in stone except to be back to the airport by the appointed hour. Were we a couple of fools? I couldn't help but wonder.
Over the course of our stay in Playa del Carmen and Tulum, we slept under three thatched roofs, visited Mayan ruins, walked for miles on the beach and through the towns, napped in the sand, swam and danced and ate our share of chips and guacamole, and fell more and more madly in love.
And decided on our next adventure.
Come fall, I'll be moving into the house J~ shares with his son. ("Woo hoo!" B~ said yesterday, when J~ told him the news). In the meantime, I have work to do, the house needs work too, and there is plenty of thought and considering ahead of us on how it's all going to come together. The summer will be a great adventure in it's own right, as all three of us prepare for major change. We expect to need every minute of it.
We may be fools, but we're not entirely crazy.
Bottom line for you, dear and loyal BorN readers: Down the road in the not-so-distant future, there might be babies after all.