Today is our 10th Anniversary. To celebrate, we took the kids to a local Mexican Restaurant where I ate 'til I was stuffed, mainly their chicken soup with avacado slices.
Yep. We're so freakin' romantic, it's disgusting.
Actually, we'd always planned to go to Ireland for our 10th anniversary. That was, of course, before I got sick, lost my job and everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Since my heart is on its last legs, so to speak, I'm not even thinking about our 15th or 20th anniversaries. I've also given up on ever going to Europe or taking a real cruise. I've made do with the ferry from AK as my "cruise". And I've been through Canada and crossed into Mexico once so I've technically been 'out of the country'. I've been more places than my mother so I guess I'm satisfied.
I really shouldn't whine. There are billions of people worse off than me. I'm complaining about not getting to travel while there are people who live and die in the same little village with no running water, very little food, and in constant fear of militia attacks. I'm full of American arrogance and self-centeredness. But, c'est la vie.