OUR TRAVEL IN 2025
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Spanish is not my first language. Not even my second. In fact, I don’t pretend to know much of it at all. So, dealing with a Mexican airline that primarily operated in Spanish proved to be... a challenge. Our original flight was changed, then changed again—without notice. After realizing the most recent switch, I called to change it a third time. What was originally supposed to be a Valentine’s Day trip for Grant and me turned into a solo adventure in Oaxaca, Mexico.
Because we need this, all of us, that indescribable feeling when the cabin lights go dim and we go somewhere we’ve never been before; not just entertained, but somehow reborn. One day, Nicole Kidman can recite these lines as a spoof of her AMC commercial, which has gone on way too long. What else has gone on too long is our drought of traveling, but that has now come to an end with a week-long trip to celebrate Emily’s birthday. With Ripley consuming our lives, we needed a good excuse to break out of baby jail, and this was the perfect excuse.
This year, I decided to shake things up and celebrate my birthday in the beautiful country of El Salvador. Known for its stunning beaches, rich culture, and amazing landscapes, it was the perfect backdrop for a memorable celebration. Grant took a side trip to Miami first, and then we met up there and flew down to San Salvador. It was nighttime, so we couldn’t see much, but the drive to the Sheraton El Presidente was quite nice because of the blue and white lights that lit the entire 45 minute drive to San Salvador.
Pivot. Defined as a verb that “completely changes the way in which one does something.” It’s a nice way of saying throwing away what you had and starting a new. After the debacle that was Jamaica, we pivoted from our initial thought of going to Oaxaca, Mexico, and settled on something domestic in Denver, Colorado.
Bob Marley sang a song about “Forget Your Troubles.” We want to just forget Jamaica all together.
It has been over a month since we went to Montego Bay, Jamaica, and I have yet to write the blog. It was a bad trip. Not because Grant and I were fighting, worried about the baby, or anything—but the country and culture were not a match.
Our little trio—Grant, Ripley, and me—embarked on a family adventure to Boise, Idaho. We expected a light, relaxing getaway. Instead, we got a comedy of travel, overeating, scenic detours, toddler moods, and one very frigid hot springs misadventure. In other words…it was perfect.