You had me at hello
Approximately two seconds in Mazatlán and I’m already learning things about myself. Like, for instance, that exiting a plane directly into the sunlight is vastly more enjoyable (and glamorous!) than stepping onto an air-conditioned jet bridge. Or that I actually quite like humidity when it isn’t at one billion percent. Here, it’s at that make-your-skin-glisten-without-turning-you-into-a-sweat-drenched-monster threshold, and I find it intoxicating. I could have closed my eyes and happily basked like a housecat on the airplane staircase for the day’s remainder were it not for the eager travelers behind me. I’m also told that the airport doesn’t exactly qualify as a point of interest, and yet here I am, already feeling dewy and excited. Bodes well.