Best vacation? That’s an easy one for me. Almost 15 years ago, I eloped in the tiny town of Xcalacoop, Mexico. Mary was there as our witness (they pulled the other one off the street) and we had an absolutely amazing time.
We drove across North Eastern Mexico in our little bug (they called them belly buttons there, because everyone had one) and, well, GOT MARRIED. We had our legal wedding in Xcalacoop and then has a more personal ceremony in Chichen Itza.
We drove, ate local food in tiny little towns and explored all of the ruins we could find. It was brilliant and I’ll never forget it…and Mary made the best witness you could ever ask for.
My worst vacation? That’s more difficult. I’ve never regretted going away on vacation, even when I haven’t had the best time.
I’d say the worst vacations are the one that I never went on. I found some excuse as to why I couldn’t go, but with that, I totally missed out on some opportunity to learn about a culture, to explore and to get outside of this world that I normally live in.
Do you agree with me? Have you had a vacation that you could actually consider the worst?