trip taking

Man, I completely forgot to blog about my trip to Mexico in September! And that sucks because it was so fresh back then, the sunburn and the aching calves, and the slight hangover from pina coladas on the beach. What a brilliant time.

I absolutely love to travel. My family is not big on travelling and that saddens me. Don't get me wrong- they love home and being at home and living life in the home and that's great. I love that, too. But my sister once asked me why I travel so much. My response was simple.

It is so easy to get caught up in our day to day drama-deadlines to meet, who pissed off who, working out to work off last night's dinner, etc etc. That is so easy.
But when I travel, I do get to forget any woes at home. But I also see my little bubble of a life in the Metroplex is so small and really not anything to weep about compared to this vast world of people living and loving and being. And when I get home, my concerns seem so trivial.

So I love to travel. It's like each destination is a new little star I discovered in my galaxy and get to explore for a short time. And then I get to plan again... that's a great feeling. To boldly go where no Glori has ever gone before.

And with that, this trip I boldly took with my amazing husband, Josh, we snorkeled in clear waters (I saw a baracuda!) and looked up in awe at the ancient towers of Chichen Itza. Our boat docked on day in Progreso and I saw manta rays swarming the swirling, churning waters, no doubt gorging on a feast of whatever had been stirred up by the ship.

This I cannot make up. This I have etched in my memory. And they are so sweet.

This year I visited two opposites. The Northwest and Mexico. I'm going to New York City and Pennsylvania next month with my best friend to visit another best friend. How sweet life is. :)