Si...

Ooh, I haven't been keeping up with this blog. Apologies. Here's my story from Mexico. Every Mexican hotel maintenance guy wears a Yankee's cap. What is up with that? One morning, I walk from our hotel to a deli to get some bagels for breakfast and I see this maintenance guy gardening. So I stop, say hello and then comment, "Yankees, huh?" And he says, "Si."
And I say, "I'm from Boston. We like the Red Sox."
"Si."
"You know the Red Sox?"
"Si."
"So... is there a Mexican on the Yankees or somethin'?"
"Si."
"Oh."
"Si."

And then as I'm walking away, baffled cuz I'm not sure he understands a word of what I'm saying, he says: "Boston. Those are nice people up there."

So, of course, I say, "Si."

Puerta Vallarta, by the way, is gorgeous. I highly recommend it if you want to see a part of Mexico that's not built up specifically for Americans the way Cancun is. It's all mountains, ocean, houses built into cliffs. Really nice, nice people who are very proud of their city. It was lovely.
And then we come back home to weather on Monday with temps of 85 degrees. 75 degrees Tuesday and 60s today. Finally spring. I'm feeling very, very spoiled. Si...

"Things to do before you die"

I had to help a friend and freelancer come up with these for a piece he's doing for Men's Health. You know... the typical "see the seven natural wonders of the world," "go skydiving," " live in a foreign city for a year"...
We came up with quite a few. And then I brought the whole question home to the dinner table and got the best answer from Meghan:

"Be a Walmart Greeter for a day."

Seriously. We all should do that before we die. ;) Megs turned 17 Monday night. 17. Wow.