It’s a time honored truth that being on vacation is better than not being on vacation. Duh. However, vacations have an inherent expiry date. If they don’t, it’s is called “being rich”. For the rest of us, we end up leaving the land of endless food, booze, and sleep and return to our permanent residences- to annual performance reviews, stale smelling homes, and “We Missed You” notices. We call this real life, further cementing our post vacation malaise by promoting it to the realm of fantasy. It’s counterproductive to think of life like this, but what can I say – I think a lot of counterproductive thoughts. I’m nothing if not consistent. I’ve always returned home to New York to find myself lost in day dreams of Mexico. Knowing this about myself, I was determined bring a bit of Mexican style home with me.
Unfortunately a succulent filled courtyard would not fit in my carry-on.