Everything today was a "last" in Mexico for all of us. These ten days have flown by. We were all commenting on our last big breakfast as a group - french toast, fresh fruit, bacon, toast, coffee, and fresh juice. Our last afternoon in the pool . . . last margarita (okay - we still have a night of cards ahead of us so I can't say I'd had the last). We are packing up and heading home. And while I am excited to see our house and be in our routine, I hate to say goodbye to this beautiful place.
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