I believe my subconscious and conscious are in agreement on this one. For a change! Last night I had a wacky-assed dream that was sort of a Dynasty meets The Ghost and Mrs. Muir with special guest stars: the vicious cell-phone eating ALLIGATORS.
Yeah. Well... you know... the Lunesta and all.
So as I've been doing whenever I allow myself (which is frequent) I did my internet search for a new destination in Mexico. I'm pretty much into the idea of going to the West coast (Pacific) this time. God knows I'd go back to the Yucatán in a heartbeat, but Mexico is huge and I want to see ALL of it. And life is short. The funny thing about my 'net surfing is I found a place that sounded interesting and in the 'information' section they mentioned the proliferation of CROCODILES. Noting that they have had no reports of attacks on humans; though no mention was made of cell-phones, so I'm leery there. Yes okay, sticklers, alligators are not crocodiles. I know that. My subconscious however seems not to differentiate.
Clearly Mexico is calling me. JOY, GET THE HELL DOWN HERE. NOW!