On January 16th, I set off from RDU veryyyyy early in the morning where I met my friend, Sarah. It was very cold and dark.

When we came down the escalator on the way out of the Cancun airport, a huge line awaited us at immigration. I think that every plane that was going to Cancun landed at the same time. It was chaotic because people kept trying to make new lines and then little skirmishes would break out as other people tried to enforce the “rules,” which were not being enforced by staff. The whole thing was kind of funny. I just kept thinking “Well, if this is our only travel friction, it’s really not so bad.”

This meager comic cannot describe the feeling of walking out onto our terrace after what turned out to be a 15 hour day of travel. The ocean, the salt air! I went to bed thinking about how I couldn’t wait to wake up and see the sunrise over the water.