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I really hope the Immigration Service does not check the form I dashed off as the plane set down, b/c I had NO idea what to write for “your address while in Mexico.” I knew only that my friend Peggy would be there with her Jeep, as I exited the airport. I thumbed through Lonely Planet, or tried to, but couldn’t get the Nook to get there soon enough, so I ended up with “Tulum” and wrote in the name of the first hotel (a hostel, actually) I saw.

I exited the airport, passed the hawkers of taxis and limousines and time shares…and there she was, with her open-air wonder.

Peggy's Jeep, windows inserted for the evening.

The Beach this morning:
Undoubtedly I am not the first person to have practiced meditation on these white sands, not the first one to have said, “Breathe with the waves…” but I’ll say this: I really was the only person as far as the eye could see across our stretch of the beach.

As far as the eye can see...

The Day: Mercado 28

Listed by Lonely Planet as 95th of 105 Things to Do in Cancun, the place is nevertheless great fun. It is a warren of shops selling textiles, ceramics, and brilliant, heavy silver jewelry. I was alone for about 4.5 minutes, during which time I wandered off and returned with some brilliant, heavy silver jewelry…

The Holy Family also visited Mercado 28

Mercado 28 Barbershop. Peggy - my 5 children know her as Master Barber & Master Barber Teacher, as well as Mom's friend - is saying, "Do you have any idea how many times I've had my picture taken in this place (JUST SMILE)?"

Amazing Crema Gloria VeraCruz. How do you say Sugar High?

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