Puerto Rico, here I come!
I got my hair cut today (don't worry, Mom, I didn't spend money--I had my Penney's card ;) ), and My New Favorite Stylist, Ilene, is from Puerto Rico. We spent the whole time talking about how beautiful the beaches are there and, more importantly, how cheap the flights are from Florida (or, as they say it down here, Flori-der). So, I'm going to start saving up money to go there. Hell, Spirit just had a deal--$100 for 3 nights, 4 days. Yes, seriously. I have two possible dates: my spring break in April OR (and this would be sweet) Thanksgiving weekend. If I did the Thanksgiving trip, I would go by myself (something else on my List of Things To Do Before I Die: take a trip by myself--and going to Minneapolis for work a few years ago didn't count) and just chill on the P.R. beaches for a few days. Frankly, that sounds more appealing than spending another Turkey Day here with the other single teachers.
Oh, and one other thing: if I really like it down there, I'm going to move there for a year and teach English (something else on my List: live abroad for a year. I don't know if Puerto Rico technically counts as "abroad," but I'm counting it anyway). If my psychic was right, my single years are dwindling, and I have lots of shit to knock out before then. =-) (Along those same lines: I wonder if they have bullriding down there?) ;)