Today we take the bus to Sayulita, which is on the Pacific Coast of Nayarit . Supposedly the bus takes thirty minutes. Ethel says the bus route seems to be rather haphazard today, but self only concerned with cars careening toward us at a very rapid rate. Sayulita is a very cute fishing village with cobblestone streets and a fairly nice beach. We sit on the beach for a while and then wander around town looking for interesting presents. We find none. Take bus home

My friend Michelle never, and I mean never, goes on a “girls’ vacation”. Because her husband travels quite a bit, she cannot seem to find the time for herself. Personally I do not have this problem. My husband travels too; jaunting hither and there on various heli-ski trips, and let’s not forget the snow cat sprees. He has never met a mountain that disagrees with him, and his friends know he is packed for any upcoming adventure. Craig and I often take turns traveling, due to the latest excesses of our three teenagers. Our long-suffering nanny will put up with the kids if we wish to go away together. I have to say that the last time we returned from a trip, she looked a bit harried.

It started as a simple idea: Why not go to Mexico for Christmas? No tree, no presents, no last minute stress of getting just the right thing for someone for the Holidays. Yes, this was a most excellent plan. My husband also liked the scheme; he is not so sure about all of my relatives attending, but is gracious about my stinking family. My sister, brother, cousin and their families love the plan. My sister even made up a Christmas poem to commemorate the idea. My parents initially elected to stay home, but later decide to attend, rather miffed that we would all desert them so readily for a warm climate.