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It'd been a year and a half since we'd taken a vacation. The kids were safely with their nonos. I wanted to go to Mexico. Chiapas and the Yucatan. But Mike wasn't too excited about it, and I really didn't want to spend the money, so we decided on a short trip to the wine country and Mendocino instead. Wine tasting and waves. We started last Sunday.

We left around 9:30 am and headed to Napa, intending, of course, to wine taste. I'm not a serious wine aficionado, I can't tell the difference between grape and blackberry in a wine, but I love wine tasting, the whole experience of it. And Mike, who couldn't taste much 'cause he was driving, humored me.

Our first stop was Domaine Carneros, we hadn't been there before. It's a beautiful winery, built to look like an old manor, with nice views of the valley below and the highway. We had a relaxing time tasting there.

We were starving by then - we hadn't had breakfast and the trip to Napa isn't that short now that we live in San Leandro (we used to live in Richmond) - so it was time to hunt for food. Or rather, go to Giugni's, which has to be the best deli in the whole world. At least they make the best sandwiches, we've been tempted in the past to just go to Napa to have them. Yum, yum.

Then it was V. Sattui, what must be the most popular winery in Napa Valley. With its large tasting area, store and picnic grounds it's a perfect place to stop for lunch. With the sandwich you just had bought, for example. But nooooo, you can't bring your own food anymore (even if you buy their wine). It sucks. We hurried to eat our sandwiches in the car. They were yummy but the car was hot so we didn't want to linger over the food.

We had a good tasting experience at V. Sattui too, and we ended up buying some Muscat. Mike loves Muscat, I like Muscat, the problem is what to do with a whole big bottle of Muscat. Nobody can drink much of it without going into diabetic coma. We are going to have to invite some of our friends for something and Muscat. What goes with Muscat, anyway?

After that we went to Milat and Flora Springs, two nearby tasting rooms which weren't too exciting.

Even though it was still early, I was done wine tasting for the day. I'm not sure exactly why but we decided to head to the hotel, the Roman Spa. Don't get any idea this was a fancy place, more like a 70's motel with a couple of outdated pools (yeah, you thought pools couldn't be outdated, but these ones really had a 70's feel). Mike (and this, I'm sure, will surprise you) took a nap while I read a mystery I borrowed from the lobby. I finally convinced him to wake up and join me at the pools. They had three, each one at a different temperature, all hot. In a hot Napa afternoon, this was perhaps not the most refreshing idea. But it was nice and relaxing enough. Still, we couldn't do it for long.

We returned to watch the end of Copa America, a soccer contest between South American teams. Argentina had such great hopes when it started, it had all of its best players playing and was sure to take the cup home. Brazil, whom they were playing, had sent their second-string team and had shamefully lost against Mexico in their first game in the tournament. It didn't matter, Brazil massacred us. Argentina played terribly and deserved the three goals (against nothing) that Brazil scored. But what a shame, what a way to put a dumper on my vacation.

But soon it was time for our mud baths, and the whole experience (related in the linked article) made us relax and forget the game. Thanks generic-god-of-your-choice!

We were by then hungry again and kind of tired, and decided to go to dinner early. We'd made reservations at Solbar, the restaurant of a brand-new spa in Calistoga, for the simple reason that I wanted to review it before anyone did (yeah, yeah, yeah, you shouldn't review a restaurant when it just opens, whatever). It was actually quite good and we had a very nice time.

Then we came back, had another swim in the pools, including the jacuzzi inside, and went to sleep. It was a very nice first day of vacation.

The age of long vacations through the developing world seems to have passed for Mike and I. We can't afford either the expenses or the time, and we feel too old to go to super-hot places in summer, when the kids are off school. Oh well - we had fun while it lasted.

So for the last couple of years we've been taking short trips to the wine country. Last year we went to Napa, the Russian River and Mendocino, and this year we went to Sonoma ant the Lake County. I had a great time. Mike less of one as he didn't really wine taste and had to drive a lot (he's tired of driving) - but we both, at least, got to relax.

It's been 18 years since that summer I spent "travel writing" in the Yucatan - and, as it's often the case with the distant past, it seems both as it'd happened in another lifetime or just last year. It is strange to me that I am separated by almost half my life from that young, adventurous girl that I once was, so eager for life, for experiences. And yet, aren't I just the same? Have I really grown since? Do I miss her? I'm 40, still unaware of where my youth went, but old enough that I am just beginning to look back and cherish memories from what now it's become so long ago.

The Yucatan is a special place for me. I've traveled a lot in the last 18 years, but never for so long and so thoroughly. Writing a chapter in a guide book really requires that you get to know a region intimately, that you inquire into its secrets and moods, and really, that you fall in love with it. Indeed, I see my relationship with that region not so differently from that with a long lost lover - you are curious to see him again, but also apprehensive of what time has done to you and him. I know that the Yucatan has changed; sleepy Plaza del Carmen, in particular, is now said to be a huge tourist mecca with hotel development after development. And yet, I'm told it still retains its character as a beach town. We are staying there (at an all inclusive hotel, of all things, but it was amazingly cheap, in a per-person basis it would almost accommodate my 1992 budget of $20 a day). I'm hoping to take a look at La Ruina, the "hotel" I stayed for many a night back then. It was located near the main bus road in Playa del Carmen, right at the beach, and was named so because of the small Maya ruin still in the property. I slept on my hammock under a huge communal palapa, enjoying the sea breezes and the friendly atmosphere. I don't think I've thought about this place, about the Yucatan, really, in seventeen years. And now the memories leak through.

It is very strange to look through the couple of Yucatan guide books I borrowed from the library. It's almost like re-encountering a foreign language, once you once knew fairly well but that is now a mystery (I have, indeed, the same experience with Arabic and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs). I remember the words, the names of the places. The resound in the back of my mind. But what do they mean? What are they? Conjuring the memories of what each site looked like, of even going there, is hard. I remember the earlier sites better than the later ones, though not always. I know for a fact that I stayed several days in Ticul - I can picture the lobby of the hotel where I stayed and my table at the restaurante Los Almendros -, but for the life of me I cannot remember in the least what the town looked like, or where I went from there, forget about the other hotels and restaurants I must have visited. Sayil, Calakmul, Dzibalchen... words (places) I spoke once, and now I have no idea what they are. It is sad, by the time we realize that we memories are indeed lost, it's too late to try to keep them.

This trip to the Yucatan is accidental. I hadn't planned to go anywhere this summer, I can't afford to go anywhere this summer. But then a few weeks ago I found out that airfares to Argentina were impossibly cheap (under $500!) - and I decided that it was my opportunity to go back. I spent weeks (OK, a week) planning the trip, only to come to the conclusion that a month with the girls but without Mike, in a potentially cold apartment with no clear ideas as to what to do, might not be particularly enjoyable to anyone. I want the girls to learn Spanish, but I wasn't clear on how I'd accomplish that. The apartment's fridge and washing machine are broken, cable is cut so there may be no TV. In the end, I decided not to go.

But I had the travel bug and I checked out what fares to other Latin American countries were. Those to Mexico were, of course, the cheapest. My original plan was to find a beach somewhere in Mexico, rent a very cheap house, and spend a couple of weeks there. Not knowing anything of Mexico, I asked for advise and the first recommendations were of Progreso - in the Yucatan. Now, renting a house in Progreso in July is just not doable. Half of Merida has the same idea and available houses are few and at outrageous prices. But... that peaked my interest in going to the Yucatan. Fares to Cancun were also impossibly cheap - my no-stop tickets to Cancun from LAX were $275 each! -, much cheaper than to other areas of Mexico. Moreover, the Yucatan has great beaches, specially for kids who hate waves.

So the Yucatan it was, and slowly my trip morphed from 2 weeks at the beach to a tour of the region with four final days at an all-inclusive in Playa del Carmen.

I'm not unaware that this trip is not necessarily a good idea. Not only is the trip beyond our means (and while that never stopped us before, it's time we become more fiscally responsible), but it will take place in July, when the Yucatan boils with heat and mosquitoes are at their fiercest. Yes, I traveled the region in July before - but I was young and leaner and I didn't have two little kids along - two little kids very allergic to mosquito bites, moreover. Yes, not a good idea.

But I've pushed forward. For one, I wanted a trip to celebrate my 40th birthday, I wanted to go back to the past. It was to be Egypt but that would have cost twice as much. Plus I didn't study my Arabic or my hieroglyphs, as I promised myself I would two years ago when I first had the idea of a trip. Today, at the library, I picked up a book on the Maya (something which I don't think I even bother to do 18 years ago) - let's see if I'm more industrious these weeks before the trip.

I also want to show this region that means so much to me to Mike and the girls. I want to see how it's changed, how it's the same.

It is strange, as I read the guidebooks and plan my trip I unconsciously go back into "travel writing mode" - something I haven't done since that summer. I start to think that I have to write about that place, make a list of questions that I need answered - only to realize moments later, with a little bit of sadness, that this time I only have to think about enjoying myself.

We'll be going in our short trip of the Yucatan soon, and I have set up a blog about it: Marga & Mike's Yucatan Adventure. We are also taking the girls, so the title is somewhat deceiving, but I think that traveling with the girls will, in itself, be adventure - specially given how hot & mosquito-filled the Yucatan is likely to be when we visit.

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