This was one of those naps that were deep, so deep that when you wake up, you're like, "Where the hell am I?" To my friends reading this: I only had one in-flight Bloody Mary so calm your thoughts on how I surely must have been drunk. But really, those naps when you wake up not knowing where you are or who you are for a second or two? God, this is really terrifying to happen while thousands of feet above ground. And then once you get your grips on who you are and where you are, you question where you went while you slept. Anyone else or am I the only crazy one? Maybe I need to cool it on books that go into ideas on the afterlife and reincarnation. But it was a really good nap.
I was excited for Mexico. I had never been there. This was a family trip and my Mom booked everything so it required almost no thought or planning on my part. I'm a huge vacation planner. Not in the sense that I plan outings or tours, but I love to research the area and find the good restaurants. I'll travel mainly for food. I think people connect best when food is shared. I love submerging myself in a culture where the food becomes a language and everyone understands each other.
Well, shit. Wouldn't you know that right after moving and right after Breana finished up 5th grade, I didn't even research one bit about Puerto Vallarta. I needed this mind release though. I needed to just go and not think about a single thing and not have to make a decision. For the first time, I let myself just be and let others decide. Now, let me say this was hard after awhile. Especially at the end of the week when we visited a charming, artsy town called Sayulita and it's like I was finally waking from my in-flight nap, wondering, "Wait- why aren't we staying here?! I want to stay here and research the restaurants and be apart of here." Funny, I had woken up on our last day in Mexico, thinking, I didn't connect with Puerto Vallarta like I had with Curacao or Abaco or even the multiple times in Florida on 30A. What was it? What was missing? Then we went to Sayulita and I woke up. I wanted to explore, I wanted to eat, I want to be... there. I think so much of this trip was a way for me to get away, not think about anything, not worry and I did that successfully, but there's a detachment that goes along with it and I'm not sure I liked it. It was like a deep sleep. Sure I was well rested but in Sayulita I awoke, wondering where I was at first. A sleep so deep that I wondered, where did I go?