I soooo want to go back to Mexico. I need the heat, and the light. The surf and the dolphins and the whales. The swim-up bar.
I keep pricing out trips and then talking myself out of going because it's a huge waste of money. Or, at least, not a good investment at this time, versus other needs (and wants).
And it would be weird going back there on my own. And more expensive. But mostly weird. It's a shame that something that was in many ways such a beautiful and wondrous experience (I freakin' saw whales!) is at the same time tinged with sadness. And not for what was. Sadness, actually, for what never really was in the first place.
Talk about a waste.