Mexico (part one)
My companion (who from now on will be referred to as C, for "companion") had a family member with a villa in Merida, Mexico. She suggested we go there for a week to escape the winter depression of Grand Rapids.
Note: to document this trip, I hired a professional illustrator.
Where is Merida, you might wonder? In the Yucatan, roughly here:
A few facts about Merida:
--almost a million people live there
--if it was in the U.S., it would be its safest major city
--it's not cold
What else did we need to know? So we bought plane tickets and headed down on January 19th.
When we got to the villa, we were in for a few surprises. We expected a borderline luxury experience, based on the pictures C had been sent. Instead, we were in a very gritty neighborhood, with a "villa" where pieces of stucco were falling out of the ceiling, and there was a hole in the mosquito netting, which meant there were mosquitoes inside.
Many, many mosquitoes.
Well, we'd make the best of it, and we settled in, killing mosquitoes and trying to unravel the mysteries of the curious villa. There was a pool in back, which was nice, and would play a pivotal role in the proceedings less than twenty-four hours later.
We went to bed that night, still believing we were in for a simple, relaxing week.
We were so, so wrong.
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