You May All Go to Hell..... I'm Going to Mexico

I could have titled this one of several things... The Fever, Mexico or Crazy, Mexican Holiday, among other things. As I looked at pictures of my little slice of paradise on Jessica's TV a couple of days ago, this craze came over me. I have the image of crystal clear water lapping up on white sand etched into my mind. You know that kind of feeling where you can close your eyes and almost feel that coastal wind on your face and smell that ocean air. Palm trees rise up out of the floor around you and that nasty rocker your sitting in becomes a yellow hammock hung from the balcony behind the beach bar at Xpu Ha. All the hectic mess washes away as you find pease in the sound of the surf. That small group of indeviduals (or even that one person) that you want to be there can be found in the hammocks around you. Your postcard-like surroundings make you once again wonder why the hell you would ever go home. You reach for that drink in a coconut sitting on the table next to you. As the cold drink hits your tongue BAM! What is supposed to be a cold citrus beverage turns out to be nasty Lubbock tap water. Just like that you are in your lonely house hundreds of miles away from anything remotely close to that tropical heaven. I know my writing skills are not quite to the caliber to where i can take you there as easily as i can get there. But either way... yes its official, i need a beach. And if you need one too... Close your eyes and come with me... cuz im goin back now.