M. and I are in MEXICO this week. Our senior spring break. Our days have been warm and today is very humid. We eat breakfast in bikinis and then go to the pool or the beach, and whichever one we didn't pick we will go there after lunch. We lay in our sunglasses and read our books: I am re-reading Love In The Time of Cholera and M. is reading a book by the author who wrote F*ght Cl*b. Or she will listen to the audiobook.
There are dozens of drinks that we can have whenever, and so we will happily order lots of fruity slushies and cups of pop. The Cancun sun is different than the sun in Chicago, even in the summertime -- oppressive, loud, unforgiving, PERFECT.
I feel very grateful and lucky to have this time to hang out. It is a weird season of our lives where it feels like we are approaching the precipice of "real womanhood." Except we are already real women, these days, with our womanly apartment, our rich lives, our mediocre cooking, our fostering cats, our visiting our parents on holidays. And now, we are two women in Mexico, who are planning the next phase of our lives with excited anticipation.
Ok now here is a list of all of the weird shit that has happened to us while we have been at the Riu Dunamar: