The difference of a few hours

imageYesterday morning was cold and snow was moving in again.

Lucky for Dev and I, we were hopping onto a plane and heading south.

We arrived in Mexico to some storms of their own.

Amazingly, the shuttle driver was the same lovely gentleman that drove BA and I to the island  ferry and back last year and he remembered me.

by the time we reached the ferry dock, the storms had moved southward.


We made it to our hotel and then over to Syd and Lalo’s for welcome hugs.

We had decided to barefoot it around town and so when we sat at our  dinner table in the sand just twenty feet from the shore, we were able to eat our seafood cocktail and whole fish with our feet buried in the beautiful sand.

What a change of pace.

Love from Isla Mujeres

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