As I sit at my desk - reflecting on my short stay in Mexico - I sip from my glass of water, tasting much like chlorine and city. I gaze out the window into a sea of fog and drizzle. I'm this close to putting out a restraining order against that basket of laundry sitting on the counter, and I have contemplated skipping town and heading back south. I am saddened that (the most amazing) guacamole and margaritas have come to a halt. Fish tacos for B/L/D, the pool(s), the charming guy who brought me frozen banana chocolate popsicles by the pool, and the complimentary guacamole and Mexican beer everyday at 5pm.