i remember bumping into the dog on a blistering day in playa del carmen. he was his usual playful self, but did express some embarrassment that the cancún area was a little ‘touristy’ for his liking, and was looking forward to visiting mexico city next time he made it down. he scanned the damned-near-white beach while stirring a tall blue cocktail with his paw.

back in my hotel room i shook all the sand i could out of my beach towel but it always seemed there was more to shake. mexico city, i thought. the dog probably had a point.

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