Mexico has never been at the top of my list of places to go. Actually, I’m ashamed to admit that I’d been to Tijuana once on a youth mission trip and didn’t feel a strong desire to go back. How’s that for voluntourism? But then my friend Steph won a trip to Cabo by whistling in her throat. It was a prize for a weird talent contest and she won because being able to whistle in your throat is a super weird talent. Steph invited me because she’s a good friend and likes hanging out with me even though I talk about the weird things she can do on the internet. So I went. Because you don’t say no to a free tropical vacation, as a rule of thumb.
#misco2016 as we came to call it—thanks to Ollie and his two-year-old inability to properly pronounce MEX-I-CO—was one of the best vacations I’ve ever been on. We didn’t do a ton, but we relaxed, ate a lot of chip and salsa, read books by the pool and watched all the Indiana Jones movies in the evening.
The memories that will stick out most are as follows:
- Ollie yelling “parkour!” at the top of his lungs every time he jumped down one step into the grass
- Steph packing 10 different bathing suits for a one week trip
- Eating dinner together on the patio
- Chris, James and Brandon making the Best Margaritas Ever
- Mexican Walmart
All of us were friends before this trip, but we came back as a rag-tag misco family. There is something unique and wonderful about travelling with friends who are at different life stages than you. Between the eight of us (adults) some of us were single, some dating, some married, some married with kids. That’s a lot of different perspectives all holed up in a house together for a week. There were so many deep-and-wide conversations, tears and laughs that by the time we got on the Disney Frozen plane to make our way home we’d formed deeper friendships than any of us had anticipated. I guess travelling does that to people.