Around the same time, Daddy was forced (against his will, he assured me) to leave us for a long weekend to go on a ski trip to Vail (for work, he assured me). Daddy was very torn up about it. I could see it in his eyes. That's why mommy suggested that she and I tag along. Again, daddy was very torn up when he vetoed that proposal.
So mommy had a bright idea. She, Buni and I would migrate south for a couple of days to escape this Syberia-esque Chicago winter. Our destination: Cancun, Mexico. Mommy informed me that Cancun is where college kids like to go during spring break to engage in such tomfoolery as "underage drinking" (which she assures me I will never be foolish enough to do), but that we were going to the more civilized part of Cancun and staying at a very nice resort called, coincidentally enough, The Westin.
Mexico was a blast. It was warm and sunny and tropical. The resort was amazing and our little villa felt just like home. I went to the beach for the very first time. Wore shorts and went shirtless. Basked in the warm weather on a lounge chair under a large umbrella. Dipped my toes in the ocean several times (and promptly cried each time because the waves were very scary). Retired to the baby pool, which was more my speed - warm, calm, no wind, no waves, no sand (if it weren't for the rambunctious and immature children stomping about in the baby pool, I could have sat there all day). Took walks along the beach with mommy and Buni (the walks I enjoyed more because I was in a carrier and nowhere near the sand and waves).
All in all, I had a grand old time. Below are some pictures. Eat your heart out, Polar Vortex.
Amor,
WFT
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