Today is my Mexican birthday. I have two birthdays: the date of my actual birth, and my Mexican birthday. How did I get so lucky? By being hugely disappointed last year. We were supposed to be in Mazatlan in time to celebrate my real birthday, April 16th. I was really looking forward to going to my favorite palapa on the beach, eating a ton of garlic shrimp, and enjoying the beach, but the darn house just wouldn't sell.

We didn't make it in time, and on my birthday I was pretty disappointed and up to my neck in packing boxes. Sweet Chuck promised we would celebrate the way I wanted, just a little late.

We arrived in Mazatlan on the afternoon of May 8th. It took us time to unpack and settle in, and we had to do mundane things like buy a refrigerator and wait for days at the house for the delivery men to actually bring it upstairs to the kitchen.

So it wasn't until May 16th that we finally made it Playa Bonita and gorged on shrimp and water views. It was such a good day that we decided to make an anniversary of it. So today, we go and eat garlic shrimp and celebrate being here in Paradise.

Happy birthday to me!