chichen itza is the funnest word to say

just as we are getting over our pacific time zone jet lag (one of the reasons for the lack of posts this past week) and catching up on post-holiday orders, we're off again. our m.o. for surviving new england winters it is to avoid as much of it as as possible.

about this time every tear, we take off for warmer climates. so tomorrow , it's mexico or bust. i've never been (except for a day trip to tijuana once) and i am very excited by the prospect of sun, sand, mayan ruins, and tequila (to-kill-ya).



i don't speak a lick of spanish, so i was delighted to find a series pimsleur language cds - a token from girlladyfriend's former publishing days - hidden within our color-coded bookshelves. after lessons one and two, i can safely report that i speak spanish with a bit french accent.

i am nearly all packed: swimsuit, snorkel, sketchbook, and trashy magazines. what else do i need?

see you all in two weeks...