I'm not on vacation, but I am out of town watching my sister's kids while she is on vacation and out of the country.
And incidentally, I've been watching entirely too much of the National Geographic tv show: Locked Up Abroad which mainly consists of people who are either really really cocky, or really really naive, serving prison sentences for many years in 3rd world countries as punishment for whatever illegal thing they may or may not have known they were doing. The drug dealers I don't feel sorry for. I mean, they made their choices, and heavens to mercy, if someone offers you an all expenses paid 3 week trip to (insert very foreign and exotic destination here) - including shopping sprees, bar tabs, and outlandish clothes budgets, and all you have to do is just bring back a few teensy weensy packages for them, well, you probably deserve what you get.
But I do feel very sorry for the tourists who get kidnapped, or somehow blackmailed into things they did NOT want to do in the first place, and now they are stuck in a Nepali, or Peruvian, or Thai jail for the next 8-10 years WITH NO PAROLE OPTIONS.
It's making my imagination run crazy. Because I do not want to have to start learning Portuguese to communicate with my sister and her husband for the next, you know, 25 - life. And because as much as I love these little people I am watching, and would do anything to take care of them, the idea of being a mom of 8 is sending my imagination on it's own rampant all expenses paid vacation to WorryWorld. And the combination of worrying about how I'm going to get enough SkyMiles to get these kids some visits so that they don't forget their mom and dad, and worrying about how I'm going to get out all the chocolate chips that have been ground into the carpet before they get home, well, let's just say, I hope the bar tab really IS included, because here in WorryWorld, there's already whole lot of Diet Coke goin' on.