Last year, while semi-complaining that I wasn’t in Mexico on Thanksgiving for the second consecutive year, I told you about my little habit of reminiscing around the holidays. They’re good benchmarks of time, typically standing out in the memory for one reason or another and one of the few things you can count on to occur in every year of your life (birthdays are another).

It’s crazy when you look back and see the footprints in the sand, the waves washing them away slowly. It’s especially surreal as a writer, as we tend to have running logs of ourselves through our work, through both travel and fiction writing in my case. Most people struggle to remember material for their memoirs, but I sort of kill two birds with one stone just by the nature of my work and passion.

Both on and off the page, there is always something to edit when you’re digging up the past. Next year, I’ll sit here and read this and wonder who that person was, where he has gone. I don’t fear it – I’m here today and it feels fine.

I’ll once again trade away my turkey this year, but I will certainly have one hell of a tequila drink when I get to Manzanillo tomorrow night. Clase Azul, preferably. I really got to know it quite well in a recent tequila tasting in Cabo. I would say without a doubt that it is currently my favorite tequila, but that’s always subject to change.

Pretty loose itinerary at this point for both Manzanillo and Puerto Vallarta. Last time I was in Manzanillo I never left the resort (I was working on-site), and so to be honest I have never actually been to Manzanillo. That will certainly change, and we’ll get a few photos and stories in about the small city in the Mexican state of Colina. Puerto Vallarta is a beautiful place that I first experienced during the Our Lady of Guadalupe celebration last year (I’m just missing it this year), but I didn’t write much about it. I’ll get you the scoop this year.

More Macedonia coverage on the way first – the adventure travel side of the country – with Manzanillo to follow. Happy Turkey.