… but I am having a hard time convincing my husband that it is worth the expense.
Long story short: our last “real” vacation – when we went away somewhere and had no real plans or itinerary, save getting back on the plane – was in October 2001. We went to Acapulco for six days and five nights, and it was one of the best weeks of our lives. We went into town twice, for maybe eight hours total, but mostly what we did was soak up the sun and sit by the pool and read and nap and roll in the sheets and drink our weight in rum and have a fabulous time.
Since then, we’ve gone away several times. We’ve gone to San Diego, Boston, Vegas, Chicago. We’ve taken day and weekend trips to Baltimore, Atlantic City, NYC, Cape May, Pittsburgh, even South Bend, Ind. But those were more “active” vacations, they kind you come home from completely exhausted from trying to fit as much in as possible: whale watches, theater, gambling, football and baseball games, museums, etc. We love to travel.
We’ll be married seven years in April, and we’ve been through some stuff, both good and bad. Bought a house and a car. Family issues. Job changes. Several years of unsuccessful infertility treatment. We’re bored and depressed and going more than a little bit crazy, and I think it’s about time we went on another “Acapulco” vacation. Some place all-inclusive, with palm trees and a beach and a swim-up bar, where our cell phones won’t work but our digital camera will.
My husband agrees in principle, but when he looks at prices he completely balks. Personally, I’m at the point where I’m desperately to leave the country (or at least the state), but he thinks we’d be better off with a recliner and the Travel Channel. Any suggestions – both on where to go, and how to convince hubby that the cost is worth the improvement in our mental health?