We can all agree that booking the ticket and sitting on the flight are probably the less desirable parts of our vacations. Unless you have a Black American Express Card you are likely going to spend a great deal of time prowling the web and speaking with Airline employees or the machines that pretend to be people (hit 0 and you eventually get someone on the line…sometimes).
Every now and then you may find yourself fortunate and have some $ to spend and need a quick fix getaway. This post may come as no brainer to some of you web savvy folks, but for those of you not savvy in the ways of booking a fancy all-inclusive or last minute getaway allow me to enlighten you….
Kind of like living together, you never truly know the ins and outs of your lover till you have traveled together. Being that travel is one of my favorite things to do this often occurs early on in my more serious relationships. My boyfriend Dan and I took a 3 month trip around the world last summer. We in turn had some of the best AND worst times of our relationship. Here are a few things I learned from that and other trips with lovers:
I’m not alone in feeling that Summer is above and beyond the best season. If I could roam the world chasing summer I would, and someday I WILL! If that notion never entered your mind then I recommend you see the film Endless Summer and reassess your life goals.
Summer brings a whole year worth of excitement into a few short months of hot as hell days, and lovely long weekends.
Upon arriving in Cabo San Lucas your jaw may hit the floor in horror at the beach lined with mega resorts and condo decked mountains. This was my first reaction and still I am in shock every time I arrive in this seaside tourista destination.
I would like to begin this post by stating that I am a recovering over-packer. Totally guilty of being “that girl” at the airport with too much luggage. I have been going through rehabilitation for this for the past few years. Traveling to places where you can only bring what you can carry on your back is a good form of therapy.
“2012 is the year for change!”, I keep hearing people say this. What does that mean? Is it the Mayan Calendar?, the 99%?, the Singularity? Regardless, I have felt a great deal of pressure with the coming of the new year. It’s a good pressure though! The kind of pot-about-to-boil-over-pressure, but it’s good news cause it’s ready! I’m ready! Oh the places we’ll go! What a wonderful time to explore the world and cultures around us! But where do I start? Goals?
Like a child collects dimes for the candy store I carefully kept my vacation days for the past 7 months. Saving the little 24 hour jewels that I would use to travel in the Winter and Spring of 2012. You can imagine my disappointment when last Wednesday my employer told me they would no longer need my services. LAID OFF! At Christmas?! You have to be fucking kidding me! How the H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICKS Am I supposed to find a job right now?!
When I tell people that I went to Costa Rica last Christmas and stayed on a beautiful balinese style property with miles of private beach and a staff that waited on us, most would assume that I spent all of my year’s savings. When I tell people that I went to Paris and stayed for two weeks in a beautiful Montmartre flat with stellar views of the Eiffel Tower, our own laundry, full kitchen and romantic patio, they wonder; Who does she know in Paris?