I think it all started last summer while Tyra & I were sitting
with a bunch of our family at our Mothers-Daughters-Sisters-Cousins family reunion (that’s right, a reunion for just the “wimmin folk”). When that began many moons ago, it was a large group – not a group of large women, just a lot of them - almost like a herd but without the bulls & steers – but has since dwindled down to more like a small gaggle. So everyone is talking at once & waving their beers and cigarettes
in the air, trying to decide who’d be in charge of planning the trip for 2004, how we’d do it differently next time so that the person in charge didn’t get screwed out of any money
, and just where it was we’d all meet up for the next one. Tyra got all attention directed at her by screaming “I KNOW JUST THE PLACE! AND I’LL PLAN IT!!!”. Everyone went silent. Well, as silent as that group can ever get and still be awake. And she started telling some of her
tales from the wonderful place called Playa del Carmen. A few hours later, everyone was in agreement that Playa would be the place to go, and we even decided to open it up to the men in the family. Tyra graciously offered to start the planning the next week. All promised to go (yeah, right – we had heard that one before). Never one to procrastinate, Tyra really did start planning the trip the next week……