We were supposed to be flying to Cabo right now. Headed for La Paz and a research vessel that would take us through the Sea of Cortez and into the Pacific to count whales, swim with sea lions, snorkel, hike, learn, study, play in crystal clear waters… and then I got influenza and we had to cancel 24 hours before the flight.
A little crazy and I’m feeling a lot guilty. I planned the trip for two years. We’re supposed to be meeting my husband’s brother and sister-in-law.
Oh gosh. The best laid plans of mice and men oft gan aglee.