Before the vans taking the faculty group to the Cancun airport even reached the corner, I was in my car and racing to the Hyatt Hotel to meet my all-time favorite uber-chica Montse, her husband Manuel, my next favorite chica Ceci and her wonderful husband, El Capi. (El Capi is the retired AeroMexico pilot who was the purveyor of several wonderful air tickets to Madrid and Paris when I was living in Guadalajara. You might have heard me talk about his retirement party for 1500 of his most intimate friends and family members.) Anyway, they made a surprise visit to Merida; their timing was perfect. I was ready for a break. And I got it.
We walked, talked, ate, laughed, caught up, laughed some more, ate a lot, and talked continuously for three days. Three days was not enough.
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