I ran away to Mexico with my lover today. Doesn’t that have an exotic sound? The very words taste delicious when I roll them off the end of my tongue. The reality of it verges on intoxication. We got up at o’dark thirty, the first hint of fuchsia sunrise in the east, and fled into the friendly skies. We winged our way at 37,000 feet to palm trees, warm-your-bones sunshine and the certainty there was a world of possibility waiting at the Guadalajara airport to welcome us to our new life.
Preflight, as we prepared for takeoff from PDX, securely cinched into our seats, the pilot kept apologizing and explaining the plane was “undergoing difficulties”. In my excitement at finally launching into our new adventure, I heard it only as background noise, completely missing the nuances of possible problems getting into and staying in the air, and had not a twinge of concern. Read More








