Dear New Wife,
First of all, I'm surprised by how early we have gone to bed and how early-ish we have been waking up on our vacation. I guess our relaxed selves are actually 80+ years of age instead of mid-to-late 20's.
Today we toured the property for a sales pitch for buying into a vacation system. We didn't buy into the system - we just went for the free beach massage. And man. Oh man. Was that worth the 90 minutes we spent listening to why we need to travel NOW.
A relaxing 50 minutes of our afternoon was spent getting massages on the beach. Listening to the waves crash on the beach, with a cool breeze blowing, and hearing the bones in our bodies crack back into the right places. What a day to celebrate the Mayan End of the World. If that's what the end of the world holds, then I'll take more please.
However, we encountered the Mayan End of the World at dinner. Blech. We've eaten some pretty terrible things, but that was the pits. Here's to room service. Cheers, End of the World.
I love you,
Your New Wife.
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