During Iowa winters, the days are short and the nights can be painfully chilling. When the wind howls and the snow blows, my mind wanders away to thoughts of a warmer place. Cozumel. As my windows and doors by the passing blizzard, I can smell the coconut oil on my skin, hear local children playing and lauging as my toes tap to the faraway mariachis of the Yucatan Peninsula.
While shovelling the snow from underneath my car tires, I realized I needed a vacation. This was the beginning of an adventure.
