With traveling, you learn to roll with the punches or deal with the anxiety of things not going as planned.

On this trip from my home in San Antonio, TX to Peurto Morales, Mexico it all transpired just like you hope it does, but rarely happens. Got to the airport early, flights were all on time, arrived in Cancun, breezed through customs and immigration, right outside the airport door, a uniformed man holding a sign with my name on it for Happy Shuttle. He drove straight to Casa Veleros, the house I rented for a month. The lady was waiting with a key to show me around.

The house is really cute, 2 br, 2 bath, full living, dining room and kitchen. I explored around for awhile.

Unfortunately had to deal with from stress at home. My son, Chris, and his girlfriend are coming down in a week. She still doesn’t have her passport and their trip is in peril. There are many reasons this has gotten me upset…maybe I’ll elaborate later.

Upstairs in Casa Veleros…there’s a palapa and deck with a pool, hammocks, and ocean view. I layed in the hammock, gazing at the blue ocean…Beatles songs wafted in the air, intersected with Mexican tunes, from a nearby restaurant singer.

A found my moment of Zen. Welcome to Puerto Morales.