Your definition of “spring break” doesn’t necessarily need to include a wet t-shirt contest and well tequila shot from a super soaker into your already inebriated mouth. Sometimes the best kind of spring breaks are those spent with close friends in low key locations. Sure, during my years as a co-ed I visited the obvious and oh so exotic locales of Aculpulco, Cancun, and Panama City, but never did I appear in a Girls Gone Wild DVD, nor did I awake in nothing but plastic beads. I did, however, misplace my purse and nearly face a lifetime spent in Mexico without government ID. But alas, UPS delivers to all of Northern America and I was returned home safely to two less than impressed parental units. While my behavior south of the border was less than stellar, let’s just remember that I was far from bikini clad, AK47 holding, Riff Raff groupie, so I call that a “win.” And why should we ditch the tradition once we’ve earned our undergraduate degrees? Maybe, much like naps, spring break is a tradition that should span on throughout all of adulthood.