I left my baby at the sitter’s while I came on an overnight trip to Monteverde, one of the most beautiful areas in Costa Rica. Cloud forest, hummingbird gardens, waterfalls. But it’s not like I’m enjoying myself away from my son: this is a work trip.
Nevermind that “work” was a 2-hour workshop and the remaining 22 hours have been devoted to sightseeing, eating fabulous food, and being chauffeured around by two very good-looking young men, neither of whom is yet 30.
It’s work, I tell you.
We worked so hard yesterday during our writer’s workshop, that we all needed to unwind at the local bar, where there was a half-naked French boy dancing with fire to live music.
So. Much. Work.
forced myself to text once have been constantly checking on my son’s wellbeing and happiness. I hear he is doing well. No wonder: he is being looked after by the amazing Adi instead of me, the crappiest mom who ever was.
Now if you excuse me, I have to
go on a mountain hike with two hot guys work some more. Life is tough.