So, I don't yurt (as in, to yurt; as in, to spend one's vacation in a circular shaped tent).
Accordingly, my husband found a lovely little yurt-free resort in Baja. It's far enough away that it won't have the Spring Break bunch, but close enough to Cabo that we could participate in the Spring Break mayhem if we so choose - and, really, is there an age when it is inappropriate to do so? I think not.
I couldn't be more excited. At first I was freaked out about the timing, but now I am absolutely giddy at the thought of my husband and I getting away together. And we won't even have to shovel snow to get to the breakfast tequila. And there will be an ocean! Mmmmmm ocean.
And I may even stick my toe in the ocean. But that's it. Because I have valid proof that sharks are out to get me. It's personal. (1) I once rented a house in Cape San Blas, Florida, and mere weeks later there was a shark attack right in front of that beach house. (2) When we were in Isle of Palms, there was a shark attack in front our beach house, right where the kids were playing, right after we went in for lunch. We narrowly avoiding actually being lunch. What are the odds - directly in front of both beach houses?! Obviously, they are following me. When they do Shark Week on Discovery, you can see those very houses in the footage. I understand that you are more likely to get killed by a vending machine falling over on you, but clearly, for me - given that there is no vending machine in this building and that there have been shark attacks in front of 2 of the last 5 beach houses I have rented - I have a forty percent chance of getting eaten by a shark if I go in the water.
Shorty after our last vacation in the Keys, there was a story in the Miami Herald about a shark they found in the street. See. Coming to get me.