The Curing Ability of the Mexican Jungle - 2004-02-11
I hope you are here for relaxation," says the gentle young woman who greets me upon my arrival at Ikal del Mar in Xcalacoco on the Riviera Maya of Mexico, a small, two-year-old resort at the edge of the Caribbean. Maybe she wants to offer me a chance to jump back in the car that has driven me the 40 miles south from Cancún Airport.
If I've come searching for a scene, a casino, a pickup game of volleyball on the beach, or perhaps simply a pickup, I could continuously go back to Cancún. I whisper into the hush of this location, "That's exactly why I've come."
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