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A Rainy Day in Paradise


The tropical air hits you--a mass of humidity and heat and the feel of a people who've been hustling in all of it one way or another for millennia.

I'm in Mexico.  It was a long night at the airport since I decided to save money by staying there instead of a hotel.  An airport in the wee hours is a weird place, a confluence of long-day exhaustion, too-early risers, and the few people working the scattered food places still open.  There's an eerie quiet to a place normally swarming with activity and a kind of unspoken human understanding between those waiting a long while to get away from there as fast as they can.

I was up all night for a 6 am flight.  The good news is I slept through the flight from takeoff until the announcement it was time to fill out the Mexican custom forms.  The tiredness did catch up to me eventually, and I slept the rest of the afternoon at the hotel.  Not such a terrible loss since it was raining heavily.  A tropical storm is making its way through the area and the rain hasn't been constant but it has been overcast pretty much throughout the day.

So I've been taking walks in the rain and out and chilling in the room -- trying not to eat too much at the buffet.  The resort's been good so far -- AC is cold, and I'm not on the ground floor, which is generally preferable near the equator.  I have plenty to say comparing it to Cuban resorts I've been to, but I'll save that for a later post, since I need to tuck myself in early tonight.

Tomorrow is Chichen Itza.

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  1. Wow a nice side adventure to Mexico before the tour of our great country. Have a great time.

    Alex

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