It is Thursday. Kim left two days ago, and I am now by myself in Zihuatanejo, Mexico. My feet and now my right knee are giving me fits, old injuries angered by walking, dancing and lots and lots of stair climbing from the beach up and down to our hotel room, from our room to the lobby and street above. This is old Zihuatanejo, old, well-kept hotels, no elevators or even handrails. I like it like this.
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