I often think of grief as a heavy coat I can’t ever take off. Sometimes it’s what I need to be wearing to weather the place I’m in. Other times it’s hot and miserable and makes me feel totally out of place. June is a tough month under normal circumstances, and this one is no exception.
I’m splurging for my birthday, using travel points and just a little bit of cash. Two words: ocean front. Four more words: hot tub on balcony. One more word: cheap.
I love serendipitous symmetry, and one of my upcoming trip has it in spades–almost 10 years to the day I’ll be returning to Puerto Vallarta. Next month, we’re spending four nights at the Hyatt Ziva All-Inclusive to celebrate my 30th birthday.
