At this point, we were dreading returning back to Ithaca. If we could have somehow transplanted all our friends and family to the island to somehow continue this parallel lifestyle of swimming, warm weather, and stalking the Dr. Simi dancing mascot outside the pharmacy, we would have. But all things come to an end. So denial turned to acceptance and new goals of reaching our final destination in a timely manner. We said goodbye to Azteca, the Hotel Pepita cat. I gave the bag of cat food I bought to the hotel's owner and asked him to please give her the rest of the food. I would stay there again in a heartbeat. We tried to eat at this really good restaurant across from the hotel called Fritz Restaurant, but it was unfortunately closed. We then ate breakfast somewhere else. Then we headed to the airport and of course got lost. Along our misguided route, we passed the Lobster House and we shivered at the thought. We got directions from an old man working the land. So we finally made it to the airport. Hasta luego, Cozumel...te quiero tanto!
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