It seems that every place we stay has a memorable sight or sound of the night in the rooms we stay in. In Chihuahua it was the star lined ceiling, Creel, the barking dogs and the roosters crying morning, in Los Mochis, an air-conditioner whose volume has been known to cause earthquakes in more susceptible areas of the world, Guadalajara, the storms and morning traffic through 12 feet tall windows. In Tulum it was the sounds of the jungle, in Chichen Itsa, the same, and lastly in Merida it was the frantic clock noise coming from the fan in the room and the air-conditioner that sounded like the sea--it had the ability to be both soothing and anxiety causing, a strange combination. I wrote that paragraph days ago in Merida. Since then we have had the
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