Getting Old is for the Birds (but Mexico is Nice)
The title of this post is a direct quote from my Nana (minus the part about Mexico) and I find it to be a pretty universal sentiment. I decided on that title because that's been my mantra for the month of March. Anyway, we did Mexico! Let me talk about the food: A-mazing. Not only did it taste delightful but all I had to do in order to enjoy it was sit on the beach until the gong rang. Then I would go to a table on the beach and they would just bring me food. I didn't have to look at a menu or try to decide. They just filled my table with amazing food; far too much food for the mere two people eating it. Aaaand, they ruined me. Now planning a meal, going to the store, and preparing said meal feels like more torture than it used to. I need to get rich and hire an in-house chef. Like, now. I'll leave the rest to the captions: There were 4 labs that lived there. Lady (pictured) would bark whenever she sensed a whale or dolphin. We did get to see some whales bre