Como se dice 'tequila' en espanol? Oh, right...
So, it looks like I'm going to Mexico after all. In the end, I'm surprised at how relieved I am. I guess, despite how much I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't have to go, being close to achieving that secret, dark desire made me realize how much I really do want to go. Not because I look forward to a week of passive-aggressive hostility in close quarters, mixed with booze and a non-extradition country. But rather because I need a break. From my life here. From my routine. I need some perspective. And going away has always given me plenty of it. More than I usually want. Hopefully, this will be one voyage that doesn't end up with a breakup...