I will be looking at this view, palm trees and distant Puerto Vallarta lights, in thirty days.
Going on vacation for me is a funny thing. I love to see new places, get out of the cold rain, read a book and relax with my friends. But I barely work. No, really. The hours I put in on my job are wonderfully laughable compared to most. And I love my life here in Portland; my boy, my house, my cat. I almost never feel the urgency that others do around vacations. Which isn't to say I'm not looking forward to Yelapa and that this dreamy image won't be floating in my mind for the rest of this gray wet day.