I am not a snow girl. I am not a winter girl.
I am not a cold weather, skiing, snowboarding, ice skating kind of girl.
Give me a white sand beach, a mai tai and an ocean so blue it dazzles the eyes any day of the week.
But, alas, I live in Michigan. Now, this year hasn’t been too bad (knock on wood). Not like it has been in Boston or other parts of the country, with record snow fall. Last year though…*shudder*. I was one of those (un)lucky individuals who lost power during The Ice Storm. I went to bed one Saturday night and woke up to find myself in a frozen world with no electricity, along with a few other million people. I confess, the thin coating of ice was lovely in the sunlight, but not when it covered downed power lines and ragged branches.
We drove 25 miles that day to find a gas station that had power, so we could get a spare propane tank. I heated my house to keep the pipes from freezing by lighting every candle I could find and melting snow on the grill, then bringing steaming pots indoors. We took selfies in our snow clothes while sitting on the couch. The whole family huddled together in a king size bed at night, covered by a mountain of blankets. I even put our clothes under the covers so they would be warm when we dressed in the morning…42 degrees in the house is CHILLY, and you really don’t want to put on clothes that sat out in that all night! Five (dirty) days later (we have an electric well pump, so no showers!) the power came back on, and I have never been so grateful for modern amenities.
Still, it was a kind of a fun five days (minus no showers, no laundry, and cooking only on the grill). We wrapped presents by candlelight on Christmas Eve. We played cribbage and Uno and Sorry, because we had no TV. I think I talked more to Mr. Alexander than I have since simply because there were few distractions like computers and Facebook. (I’m sure he was pleased when the power went back on just so he could have some silence!)
But the result of those five days were twofold:
1. We bought a generator. We live in the country, so we’re always the last to have power restored. I will never again take electricity for granted!
2. I calculated just how much it would cost for me to live at my favorite all-inclusive Mexican resort.
That’s right, I got on Orbitz and calculated the price for a 28 day stay at the Moon Palace in the Riveria Maya. I’ve been there twice, and absolutely love it. Total cost? $6,000. So for one year, I could live there for the measly little price of $72,000.
I could be the crazy American writer who orders room service every day, sits by the pool with a mai tai to write my books. I could take a walk on the beach whenever I wanted, eat at 5 star restaurants, and have full use of a fitness room. (Right, because that’s going to happen). I’d have a balcony with a hammock and a Jacuzzi tub in my room, where I could read a book before bed every night and simply relax. No laundry, house cleaning or grocery shopping to ruin my day.
Hey, every girl has to have a fantasy, right?
So, two questions for you:
First, where would you live if you could go anywhere for one year, cost being no object. And, second…would you come back? 🙂 Not sure I would!