Apparently @XelHaPark doesn’t want any more of my money; I’ve tried contacting them three times in the past week to purchase additional photos from them, since we only brought enough pesos for one photo and a plushie from the gift shop. At least I brought my camera.
Last summer, I tried on my swimsuit(s) for the first time in about six years. Connor and I would be going to Dayton to visit my grandparents, and we’d be swimming in the hotel pool during our downtime. My tankinis from 2010 were at least a size too big… but the bikini top I’d worn a grand total of one time still fit, thanks to being a halter with ties at the back and neck. I didn’t have time to shop for a new suit; the bikini top (with a slightly oversized bottom) would have to do.
Surprisingly enough, the two-piece was very comfortable to wear (apart from me constantly tugging at the too-large bottoms). Mentally, it helped that Mom and Connor and I were the only people in the pool that afternoon — and Mom kept telling me how good I looked in my two-piece.
I started to believe it.
There will be details and photos and reviews forthcoming, of course, but the Reader’s Digest version is that we thoroughly enjoyed our four nights in Mexico (with a few minor complaints, of course), and we’re looking forward to more family vacations in the future.
This is the year.
It’s finally time to go on a family vacation.
I know that other families with young children go on vacations all the time, whether it’s a road trip to Disney or a plane trip to a Sandals resort. That wasn’t the right choice for us, though — that wasn’t how we thought of vacations. We were used to exploring, letting fate guide our experiences — things like finding our way back to our hotel in Tokyo via the subway system, or walking 45 minutes (one way) from Waikiki to an anime/toy store on Waialae (granted, that was a poor idea), or going snorkeling or parasailing for the first time.