I’m sure there’s someone (at least I hope there’s someone) out there that has been wondering where in the hell I’ve gotten to.
Well, my parents’ gift to us for Christmas was to treat the family to a Mexican Riviera cruise. So, I spent Christmas on a ship with far too many people. The food was okay. The shore excursions the husband and I went on were fun — there was tequilla tasting in Puerta Vallerta, Walking tour in Historic Mazatlan, and horseback riding on the beach in Cabo San Lucas. And now I have a small cache of photos to last me for more than a few Eye Candy Fridays. 🙂
By far, the best tacos were found in Puerta Vallerta. One good place was at the tequilla ranchero our tour went to. We watched them press and grill the tortillas and grill the meat… simple, tasty. My sister also got the best tasting lobster tacos I have ever tasted at dinner at Si, Senor… again hand pressed tortillas. Now, the husband is talking about learning to make tortillas himself.
We got back from our week at sea in time to drive up from LA and go to bed before the new year was rung in. It’s an 8-9 hour drive and we were wiped. Thankfully, I had the 1st off and was able to take the 2nd off as well in order to have a vacation from my vacation.
I managed to get myself through the first, short week back at work. But, the next week sucked. I was feeling depressed (probably a combination of post-vacation blues, and the fact that I had severely cut back on my sugar intake… sugar releases serentonin in your brain, which makes you feel happy… less sugar, less seretonin), I had to get my resume out to places in my internship hunt, and try to get back on my exercise routine. Thankfully, the depressive apathy had begun to pass by the end of the week, just in time for me to be silly and join Runagogo.
MLK, Jr. Day was a day of laundry so that I could have something to wear to my internship interview at the Stanford Linear Accelerator Center (SLAC) archives the next day. Which brings me to the good news of the month… I’m going to be doing 12 hours a week at the SLAC archives for my internship. *happy dance*
My internship starts tomorrow. Classes start on Wednesday. My sanity is going to be greatly pressed as I have to work 40 hours this week and I have a professor who may have taken it upon himself to throw the dept’s published schedule for the class out the window. Somehow a class that was listed as hybrid (online and onsite) with onsite meetings 4/14 and 4/15 will now have several virtual class meetings and 3 onsite class meetings in the middle of the semester. Um, yeah. This semester may see the return of the eye twitch somewhere between internship and thesis proposal writting. Hopefully, I’ll still be able to find sometime to fit in the knitting since it can help.