I’ll be on vacation* in Mexico starting tomorrow, our annual Super Bowl weekend trip (wife and kids and I have been doing this now for 8 years; the resorts set up a wide screen on the beach, cook out, and so on – far superior to someone’s stinky basement to watch the game). But with the magic of the Interwebs, I won’t be too far out of reach.
* Disclaimer: because this is my day job (travel), there’s no such thing as 100% vacation any more. Anywhere I go, I end up meeting with management, touring hotels, taking photos, and so on. Yes, weep for me…
One of my main focuses (foci?) will be to inspect the swim-up bars. As you may have seen from my Twitter profile, I do list that as part of my vocation. I need to make sure all the tiles are in place, the seats aren’t too slanted, the drinks aren’t watered down, and so on. You know, to make sure our clients enjoy their future stays.
Perhaps my muse will follow me down there, and I’ll come home with thousands upon thousands of words written. Or, more likely, a sunburn and a headache.
I may have room in my suitcase…any stowaways interested?