By the time you read this, I’ll be in Cancun.
That is unless you read it before 9 a.m. EST. Then, I might still be asleep, or in the shower. Or I might be eating a $10 Burger King breakfast in the airport. I might be dorking around with comments, waiting to pass through customs.
If it’s later than that, maybe I’ll be on a bus on a wayward Mexican highway headed to the resort.
I haven’t even practiced my Spanish since … last year in Cancun.