I spend a lot of time on the computer. More time than I would ever admit to my husband. It's hard to play the exhausted mom card if he knows you've spent the last hour reading blogs and commenting.
Or planning your imaginary vacation on Expedia. Pick a place, pick a hotel and a few activites, ignore the price, because in your imaginary world you are independently wealthy. Heck, you can even afford a hotel room for your nanny. Want to see Venice? Alright then. How about spending some time in Mexico, lounging on the beach, or exploring Mayan ruins? Sure, why not?
But really, I shouldn't complain.
The last (real) vacation I was on was my honeymoon, (and then there were a few days in Vegas, if you count that. Which I don't. That's more exhausting than staying home.) but what a honeymoon it was! Eight years ago today I was probably in my bikini, drinking and dangling my feet off of our private deck, into the crystal blue waters that surround Moorea.
Tahiti...possibly the most beautiful place in the universe. We spent 10 days in heaven. We drank a lot, laughed a lot, had sex a lot and ate a lot. I even lost my American modesty and went topless. When in Rome, eh? Once a year or so, I have to get out the photo album and fantasize, because most likely, I will never do anything like this again.
So, come, dump some vodka into your orange juice and journey with me back in time to paradise...
The bungalows we stayed in.
The Honeymoon Suite
First day...(I like this picture because after three kids, no time to workout and a fondness for baked goods, I no longer look like this. I can look at it and remember when...)
Hike to a waterfall.
Yes, the dirt really was this red. Amazing place.
Anyone feeling like a Pina Colada? Or is it just me?