Dean and its wrath
A month ago, I am so very ashamed to say, I did not know where the Yucatan Peninsula was. But two weeks ago, I got on a plane and flew there to spend a lavish and gluttanous week on the Riviera Maya, swimming and eating and Iguana-spying and Mayan ruin-siting. We got to know the people who live there locally and who work on the resorts and the tours. We saw how people can live much more simply than we live, with far fewer material possessions. So what a strange feeling it is, to watch the news, and see that Hurrican Dean is about to devastate our good friends on the Yuc. I won’t lie to you, it’s also quite sobering to realize that if we’d gone a week later, our honeymoon could have turned out quite differently. We have a lot to be thankful for.
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