Is it too profound to say that I left a rather large chunk of my heart in the Riviera Maya?
I think not.
I miss Mexico with a dreadful, painful ache. Almost like one would miss a family member if they were too far away for too long.
My stomach has been clenched up and knotted ever since we departed from Cancun. Even staring at all too familiar pictures for countless hours has not served to cure the dull, dreary feeling in my soul. Waking up without the sun's rays streaming through the large balcony sliding door at 6:30am is not a nice feeling. Instead, I awoke to an annoying alarm, freezing cold, with fog staring me straight in the face outside my window. Can the two even compare? Let's not think about it, shall we?
Would it be fair to wallow in extreme self-pity for at least a few days before I try to put a real smile on my face again? I think so.
Which is exactly why we are going to go there together someday :)
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