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Sunday, October 08
And awaaaaaaaay we go!
Okay peeps, I'm leaving in the morning for my vacation.
That is all.
Sunday, October 15
After a feeble attempt from PC to ruin my vacation by telling me he wanted me back, I got on the boat and promptly forgot his name. I took a quick nap in the big comfy bed and then got dressed up for dinner. I sat with a few others who came alone, one man named Julio who only spoke French and Spanish. So I got to practice my French at dinner all week! I sang yokey a few nights, I was a huge hit. People would stop me while we were in the ports and be like, "Oh, Jessica, you singing tonight?" Anyway, Key West was a disappointment. The beach was not as pretty as I had hoped. Brown water and rocky sand. I think I was on the wrong end of the island. That night was formal night and I had about twenty pictures taken. More yokey and dancing. The next day was Playa del Carmen and I attached myself to two ladies who were heading to the beach. I figured it was safer than me going alone to a downtown Mexican tourist city. We hit the playa and a bar and did a lot of shopping. That night I met some people my age and hit it off with a guy named Avi who I talked to at length about everything from politics to religion to stupid movies. It was nice to have an intelligent conversation with a guy who actually knew what he was talking about. Plus he was really funny. We drank a lot and went dancing. The next day I went to the art auction with Linda (one of the beach ladies) and then hit the upper deck for some sun. That night Avi and I went to the Latin Fiesta show (think Vegas but more low-key) and then to the comedy show, which was friggin hilarious. I was exhausted and Friday was the day we left so I crashed relatively early that night. I saw Avi again on the bus to the airport long enough to exchange phone numbers and say "bye." I got Linda's number, too. Unfortunately the pic of me and Avi did not turn out, the drunk chick that took it didn't use the flash. Haha.
All-in-all I drank a lot, slept very little, and had the time of my life.
So now I'm home and I start my new job Monday. I swear if it weren't for my two kids, I might not have gotten back on that ship when they dropped me off at Playa del Carmen. Alas, they have my heart, and I had to return. I suppose I could get us all some passports and make a run for the border... haha.
Tune in next week, when I get a little random with the blog updates.
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