My birthday is four days away from Ripley’s, which essentially means I celebrate whenever there’s an opening in the calendar. This was 39—so not the “big one”—but 40 is looming like a midlife boss battle, so expectations are building. Grant and I agreed I’d push my “real” birthday trip to April, and suddenly the weekend was here. For reasons I still cannot logically explain, I chose Lima, Peru. Booked it about 6–7 weeks ago, did essentially no planning until the week of, and somehow convinced myself that was a solid, mature, well-thought-out strategy.