Ijust got back from Puerto Vallarta, which means I spent five days in Mexico visiting our hotel bathroom all alone, unaccompanied by a furry gray cat or a generic white dog.

If you have pets or small children, you’re doubtless familiar with this scenario, where you can never relax in your loo without at least one pair of devoted eyes staring at you, inquiring what you’re doing.

There’s a funny book I remember from those early days of motherhood called “Five Minutes Peace,” where the elephant mom hides in the bathroom, trying to soak in a tub alone. As you might guess, it doesn’t go as planned.

I always hear opposing opinions from y’all about whether or not I should write more or fewer travel columns, and, while I want to please you, I can’t get a consensus, so I guess I’ll just do wha

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