Friends, I have great news. We’re going on vacation. In our going-on-10-years together, Sir Pirtle and I have never taken a purely lazy-sit-on-our-butts vacation. (I told you fibro’s changed everything.) Until now. In early March we’ll be flying to San Juan, Puerto Rico, and then driving a rental car to the small coastal town of Rincon.
I didn’t know Rincon even existed until a few weeks ago, when my fibro friend Julie at Managing Fibro blogged about her return trips there. So I Googled it.
I learned a few things about Rincon that led me to suggesting a trip to Sir Pirtle, and led him to decide we simply couldn’t afford not to go.
1. It’s sunny with a high of 85 there while it’s about 20 and gloomy here. There are also world-renowned sunsets.
2. It costs just $320-ish roundtrip (what! I can’t get to Chicago on that!) from Ohio to fly there if you leave and return mid-week.
3. It’s difficult to find a single fancy place in the town; one is pretty much relegated to being simple and easy-peasy the entire time. Darn, I won’t have to wear makeup.
This little morsel has given me something delicious to look forward to over the next three weeks. And the sun on my skin, the warmth in my bones, and the downtime with my favorite guy will undoubtedly give me a boost to get through the remaining winter when we return. I’m so, so grateful this year for this opportunity. We need it.
There’s just one problem. I now have to find bathing suits. And I loathe bathing suit shopping. (Why do they cost more money than a teenage kid’s ridiculously expensive, new Air Jordans?) Have any shopping suggestions for me? Oh, I don’t wear bikinis. And I’m of Irish descent, so neon yellow with fringe isn’t going to work. Okay, go!
(Here are two suits I’m considering. Thoughts on the matter? Think these are just destined to squeeze thigh fat?)
Anthropologie suit option 1.
Anthropologie suit option 2.