Jeez, what an intense couple of weeks! Every winter I say I’m going to go south for a vacation, but when the time comes I always find some lame excuse not to. Well, this year is different. The plane ticket is bought, and the plans are made. I’m off to Mexico in two weeks time, for a two week self-directed tour of the Yucatan peninsula.Deciding to go there over my other options (Costa Rica, Venezuela, and Trinidad & Tobago) required a lot of reading and researching, but what it finally boiled down to is that this one’s the easiest, although certainly not the least expensive. Besides, I’ve been wanting to go to some of these places for years. I’ve got reservations made for about half of the trip, just because the “Mexican Riviera” has become so expensive that I don’t want to show up somewhere and have everything full except the $125US/night places. I have a few alternative itineraries, but I’m staying open and flexible, because I may want to go where the wind (or the Danish/Spanish/Scottish/whatever babe I may meet along the way) goes.
Then there is the small detail of buying a condo. As I reported earlier, I had made an offer on a place but in the end I wasn’t satisfied with it. I broke the deal, and that night found a really wonderful place. It had just gone on the market that day, and I made an offer before the clock struck midnight. Talk about moving fast!
Then I had to pay for another building inspection, sign a million papers, arrange for a mortgage, and decipher the condo agreement. It’s now a done-deal, all except the notary and the final signing, which won’t take place until the end of April. I move in the first week of May, which seems like a million years from now. You can get a peek at the place here.
During all of this I’ve also been sick, with a low-level flu-like thing scratching around inside me sapping my energy.
Finally, to top it all off (and to shake the foundation a bit), I survived a round of layoffs at work. *gulp* One does not want to hear “layoffs” in the same week as “your mortgage has been approved.” But I did survive it. Unfortunately, Steve my office-mate did not.