There's nothing to live for when you're sleeping alone

It's been over a week since I got back from Mexico and I still can't get my head out of the clouds. Putting the whole experience into words simply would not do it justice. Coming home to an empty house after such an intense week of relaxation, fun and great company doesn't bode well for one's psychological health. It was one of those experiences which leaves you restless and unable to cope with daily life upon return. Ya, I know I can't live on a beach in Mexico, sipping daiquiris, cruising through the mountainous countryside in a Jeep all my life, learning how to surf and never having to worry about life's daily problems, but it's about more than a change of scenery. How can I be happy here if I never find out what life is like anywhere else? I can't seem to shake this idea. One thing is for sure - this spontaneous 7 day vacation changed me. Aside from the memories made which will last a lifetime and the images imprinted in my mind, knowing that there is a whole world out there to be explored is as exciting as it is intimidating. All I know is I want to be by the ocean.

Since I can't put all the pictures up here, I posted a few of the pretty ones (if you want to see the 'motel room' pics, you'll have to ask me nicely)

The quintessential 'we're on vacation' sunset pose.


Paradise it is. On our way out to dinner after a long, hard day at the beach. (A drunk kid took this picture of us. I'm suprised it turned out the way it did. Thanks drunk kid)


The Bday girl hanging with the transatlantic homies


Kasia calls a truce on the gin and tonic battle which left her smelling rauchy the whole way home.


Kasia caught in the middle of a cross-table caress. Where's Carlos when you need him?


Enjoying, actually, rather not enjoying some 'authentic' Mexcian ice-cream which was disposed of shortly before this picture was taken. It's not my fault. I wanted prepackaged.


Our jeep, the street and where I want to be living. For now anyway.


A happy tourist pose in Sanulyta, a hippy beach town which draws thousands of tourists each year for it's annual dog surfing competition. NO, not REALLY.


Only if you believe me, that is.

I miss it already. Nothing better than smoking in bed.