You Know You're An Addict When

Last week I decided I was going to ditch the good life here in Canada to go live the good life in the Mayan Riviera. Except for one small problem.

They don't got a lot of wireless.

You know you have a small problem when your 5 star resort with 8 restaurants, 44 bars (okay maybe too many margueritas and pina coladas had me seeing quadruple), 6 pools, a spa, fitness club, tennis court and a bunch of other amenities slips a notch in your estimation. Because you have to go to the club room to use their computers to access the internet. Instead of from the deck chair on your own laptop where the pool side servers will bring free drinks on a regular basis.

Well, maybe I don't have much right to complain. The result, however, is that I did no computer to face time. My Google reader is maxed out. My blog remained post-free.

And in retrospect, I wouldn't have it another way.

Here's the view from our balcony (with it's own outdoor Jacuzzi):



Here's my staid husband:



Here's a little cheesy Mexico:



The requisite couple shot at a Mayan ruin called Tulum:



And the kicker of all "Here's a cheesy holiday pose" (but it was a GREAT experience nonetheless):