‘Where’s
the black suitcase Linda?’ yells Hub from second floor bedroom. I hear the door
shut and 10 minutes later I hear it open again... ‘Where’s my travel kit?’
This is becoming a hourly thing this week...like where’s the whateverrrr or, have you seen the thingy-ma-bob?
I
hear the upstairs door open again... ‘You do realize I only have one swim suit
that fits, right?’
“And
that concerns because????”
Standing
at the top of the stairs he demonstrates while holding an arm full of clothes...‘Well,
this one’s too big...this one’s too small...and this one’s...’
“oh
oh ohhhh let me guess...that one’s juuuuust right, Goldilocks!”
Coming
down the stairs I hear...‘Don’t be a smart ass woman! I've got one day left before
we leave.’
“When you say WE, you do mean as in you and the cab driver right?”
‘Well, I called and reminded him to be here at 3.30AM.’
“Good!”
‘But if he’s not here, you get to drive me out to the airport,’ he says with great excitement.
‘Yesterday.’
“Maybe you should give him another reminder today...and maybe every hour to get an update.”
So it's shove off day! 2 in the morning. I hear Hub doing his last minute check for an hour and then dragging everything out to the garage.
I get up, go out and see him standing in the middle of the street.
He decides to message the driver. No answer. He tries again. No answer..and then, in the dead of the night I hear it...
‘Linda!!!! Roadtrip!’ .
Did I mention I really hate driving to the airport and really hate doing it at 3.30 in the frigg’n morning.
Just another day in the life of two Canadians, living and loving it,
in Mazatlan...our home in Paradise.
Linda and Hub
