Off To Aruba They Go
My parents have started retreating to Aruba during the last two weeks of January. And you know what, they should. They don’t have any more kids living at the house with them (just a crazy puppy named Riley) and who wouldn’t want to escape the cold once a year? I love Aruba – or any beach vacation – that is my favorite thing to do…
- wake up
- throw on a bathing suit
- lie by the pool
- nap
- swim
- eat
- drink
- lie by the ocean
- nap
- swim
- eat
- drink
That’s my idea of a good time.
Ryan hates a beach vacation, so it’s going to be hard to convince him that our next destination (or any destination for that matter) is sea-side. He prefers to vaca in Europe, staying somewhere that’s near to (or in the heart of) a city. Don’t get me wrong, I love European vacations. You won’t catch me complaining about that. But a week in Hawaii wouldn’t be bad either.
Aidan is almost 19 months old and he still hasn’t been to the beach – isn’t that a crying shame? I will definitely have to plan an outing to the beach one day this summer. It’s so hard to do that in southern California without being accompanied by a million other people who want to do the same thing. But for the A-man, I’ll do anything!
