The World is Our Oyster Syndrome

So Matt and I are determined to get the F out of Dodge at some point this year. We're looking at half way around the world as a prospect, but to be honest, we are are being so indecisive. Suffice it to say, we have a good 7 months to plan, but that's not the point... There are so many beautiful, gorgeous, (recommended) places to choose from. I've come to call our lack of direction "The World is Our Oyster Syndrome". Certainly not a bad ailment to suffer from, I know.

Fiji is at the top of the list. We actually Amazon'd a book about it because outside of it being a "tropical paradise", we really don't know much more.

But then there's New York and DC, both of which Matt hasn't seen. And what about the Caribbean? We've never even been to Florida, let alone the surrounding islands.

We thought about a cruise... I think I finally convinced Matt that a trip to Mexico might be a good idea. This was no easy task.....

The only experience Matt's had with Mexico is the time we were in San Diego and we had 4 hours to kill before heading home. So it was my bright idea to take a trip across the border so we could grab a margarita in Tijuana, you know, for the cultural experience. So crossing the border was fine, but once we got into to Tijuana and Matt started experiencing Mexico's finest, driving like we were in a bumper car cage - He sort of freaked. ...I remember there was this one round-about, where in America there would be actual lanes, but not in Mexico. No, that would be too logical... And without lanes, it was a free for all. Every man for himself. We were being cut off left and right and could practically feel the wind the car next to us created as they squeaked by at 45mph. Needless to say, our TJ moment was kind of ruined. I don't think we stepped foot outside the car because it took us so long to actually find downtown through all the traffic. ...And the topper - We turn to leave and end up sitting in a 4-hour line to get back to America. The only highlight were all the people running up and down the lines selling sombreros.

...So my point is... For Matt to even consider giving the border another shot is a miracle.

I digress. Spain, New Zealand, Brazil, London, Morroco? ...Suggestions anyone?