Outfits like this one are a mere memory now that I'm trolling the city in wellies and multiple layers (the only reminder of warm weather are my now peeling layers of skin). What is it about aestival escapes that makes my clothes fit better, makes me eat healthier meals, and generally feel more comfortable in my own skin? Sporadic siestas can't be the only way to do this. A move may be in order.
At home, I iron religiously but on vacation, this was the outfit I chose to wrinkle on not one, but five local buses in Puerto Vallarta, complete with paintings of the Virgin Mary and a Joseph that bore an uncanny resemblance to Bill Murray. Traffic was a bit frightening, so thank God for Bill Murray.