Solecito

Mexico, Mexico, Mexico...

As I am madly grading papers at the Coffee Cat, in a final dash towards... peace... I was reminded of the last time I was in Yucatan.

The uber-trendy cashier was practicing her Spanish on the clients, "Gracias, Teresa..." she smiled at the woman before me. "Oh, are you practicing for your trip?"
"Sí!" she bounced in place, "we're going on Friday, I can't wait."
"Where are you staying?" I interject as she takes my order for a large chai and (ok, I was being bad, a butter croissant), Cancun?"
"No, just a little bit south of mmm. Carmel?"
"Playa del Carmen?"
"Yeah."
"You have to go to this little stop, just off the highway," my mouth waters in tasty anticipation of my own, "It's practically a shack, just before Playa del Carmen, right at the entrance to town... It's called La Floresta."
"La Floresta?"
"Yeah, the best shrimp and fish tacos you'll ever eat." I of course leave out the details about the last time I was there, and the emergency room visit that left Tía Loli and us behind in Tulúm as it took my parents (who are arriving as we speak with Mimi) and my bee-bitten brother.

Mmm. Mexico, all that good food, it has been too long, really.

I go back to my grading, finish, play a round (or fifteen) of the computer game that tells me the future, and still make it back to campus on time to pay my bills, turn in my grades and final papers and say goodbye to the important people.

Sunny Mexico, here we come... though I really could use a massage. Ah well, there is always tomorrow.