followed by our last vintage car ride, to the airport.
to Terminal 3, the newest and nicest, for our last Cuban grilled Jamon y Queso.
Thankfully, the checking etc went without a hitch, but for a brief panic looking for D's immigration slip (which was in my passport, put there by the airline agent, I insist), and we spent a few minutes in a nice boarding area before boarding and taking off...
bit of a "wheels up" Argo feeling, to be honest - a sharply reduced dread of something going awry.
Despite our landing at a different terminal, Gary and Betty found us, and after leaving our stuff at Gary's place, treated us to a dinner at the most popular restaurant in town, which had an excellent Caesar salad...
and an oddly familiar look, and smell.
Location:Cancun
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