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Mexico Traveling Tips for Families

I travel a lot.  I’ve tried to downplay it, but it’s hard to explain week-long disappearances.  So I’ve decided that I won’t talk about it, but I’ll write about it.

My family recently went to a Mexican resort.  I guess my kids got some cultural exposure, but I’m not completely sure.  We did go to church while there, but I think all they learned during that time is that church is even more boring when you don’t understand a word of it.  Martin Luther was a genius.

But I thought I would pass on a few things I learned while on vacation.  We were in Mexico for a week and then spent four days in Salt Lake City, creating wonderful family time with nightmare dual-season packing.

  1. Teaching your children to ask for “Pina Colada no alcohol” is a great idea.  Not monitoring how many “Pina Colada no alcohol”s they order will result in many, many bathroom breaks.
  2. While watching Fire Dancing is awe-inspiring, having your child tell you that’s what they want to do with their life is not.
  3. When buying candy for your children, read the ingredients even if you don’t speak the language.
  4. Here is a language lesson: The ingredient Chile in Spanish means really hot caramels that will cause small children to cry.
  5. Theater/voice majors work in resorts or on cruises upon graduation everywhere.

I hope this has helped you.  I would also like to add that I refuse to buy anything from street vendors until they tell me “This is a special price, just for you.”  And no matter what language or country, I never seem to be disappointed.

Waxing Prolific

Every other year, my husband and I and possibly the rest of the family, go somewhere warm to run away from the winter.

Every other year, I decide I should wax my legs so I don’t have to pack a cumbersome razor.  (I’m always afraid I’ll get held at security for carrying a Venus.)

And having the hair of the two largest parts of my body ripped out by its follicles is humbling.  Humility is a good thing.

It helps me realize vanity, especially painful vanity, may be a bad thing.

I think this again when, having not shaved for over a week because I need 3 weeks of growth for the complete stranger about to get to know me really well to see the unbelievably light hair on my legs, my husband decides we should go to the YMCA to teach our kids how to snorkel.

You would think I would care more about what people I actually know think about me with two weeks growth rather than what complete strangers in another country who I will never see again will think about my completely hairless legs.

But it truly isn’t about that.

I really don’t want to pack a razor.

I don't have any pictures of my hairy legs.  I have no idea why I have this picture, but it works.

I don't have any pictures of my hairy legs. I have no idea why I have this picture, but it works.