Editor’s Note: The crew from Two Feet and Classy is hittin’ the road and heading to Mexico. Playa la Saladita to be exact. This is the first installment of their documentation of the journey. They left for their trip today, and it’s looking to shape up to be an epic adventure. We’ll keep you all posted!
Four people. 2 Vans. 1 dog. Let’s do this. Photo courtesy of Two Feet and Classy
From the Two Feet and Classy Blog:
At the beginning of November, Patrick and I decided to take an extended surf trip to Mexico with our friends, Chris and Cat Sizemore. We planned some of the details: we’d leave in January; we’d live out of our vans; we’d travel to Playa la Saladita, Mexico for a month; we’d leave our return open ended; we may or may not continue on to Central American or California; and we chatted briefly about what we’d need to live out of our vans. We decided to sleep on it, and then just like that, the decision was made.
It was thrilling! Why not just do it! Our travel companions are newlyweds in their early twenties, and we have recently become empty-nesters as we sent our one and only off to college. No real ties, and nothing to stop us. Let’s go on a trip and make another movie! It’s perfect. We had a loose time frame, an open ended final destination, and an ever growing laundry list of things to do. We were over the moon excited for the adventure. A month at a perfect left point break, living out of our vans, and surfing our brains out.
And then a few days later I woke up in FULL PANIC MODE. Fear and anxiety, tightness in my chest, and labored breathing. WHAT WERE WE THINKING?!?! This is crazy talk! Okay, snap out of it! *FACESLAP*
It’s been a long time since I’ve done something that really frightened me to the point that it took my breath away. AWESOMESAUCE! Why is it awesome? Because guess what, scaring the shit out of yourself will certainly remind you that you’re alive.
I’ve done this pick up and go kind of thing before, when I was much younger. At 19, I decided to move to New York after a brief conversation with a friend. I had no job, no place to live, and just enough money to get there. I had no plan. But, at that age I also had nothing to lose. When you’re 45 and you have a kid, a house, and bills to pay, somehow the responsibilities can feel crushingly heavy.
I just keep trying to remind myself of all the things I’ve done that take my breath away: becoming a parent; tubing down a snow covered mountain in the freezing cold; and jumping out of a plane. All of these thing were a little frightening, incredibly exhilarating, and always leave me jumping up and down saying, “Again! Again! Let’s do that AGAIN!”
That’s the feeling. You know that feeling? Photo courtesy of Two Feet and Classy
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