I was lamenting my fate to my friend Molly when she said, "I'm off until the 24th. Want to go to--"
"Yes!" I said.
Ok, that's not entirely true. "What? When?" I asked.
"Next week?" she said.
"Molly, I...I can't go next week!" This was right after I had taken two days off from work for the New Year, and two days off the week before that for Christmas. There was no way I could take more days off that soon.
"Two weeks from now?" Molly said.
"Well, maybe..." I said.
Less than 24 hours later I sent Molly an e-mail. "I found a plane ticket and a hostel with private rooms. Let's go!"
"Oh wow, so we're really doing this?" she replied.
It looks like we are. (If I ever get over this plague that is currently felling me, that is.)
Where are we going? It's somewhere I've been wanting to go for three years, at least. In 2009 I blogged the following conversation:
"You should visit Mexico," Leonardo told me during dinner, nodding solemnly to accentuate his point.Here's to wishes coming true when you least expect. Mexico City, here Molly and I come!!!