F and I are all packed up and ready to go on a trip all by our lonesome selves. WHAT???!!!??? Yes, it’s true. For my 40th birthday, we are flying off to Mexico for a little hiking spa adventure. It looks strangely wrong to have the words “hiking” and “spa” next to each other, but boy am I happy that they’re paired. At one point, F had convinced himself that massages were free, and he was plotting his full days of massages and pedicures, but that part did turn out to only be a very pleasant dream.
The kids are nervous. I am nervous. Fifth Aunt Grandma K is nervous. Probably the only person who’s not nervous is F, and he just doesn’t do that sort of unproductive worrying. But I am excited too. And nervous. But definitely excited. And definitely nervous.
I’ll be taking photos, in case you Instagram. I’d love for you to be my Instagram buddy.