The closer we get to autumn, the more I get itching to return to Mérida. Last time I was in the White City (does anyone really call it that?) I was just a tourist, looking for a potential property. Lots has happened since. I’ve located the right place, settled on a price, and have started the paperwork in action. So this will be a different type of trip, filled with even more purpose than before.
But when do I go? It’s still hurricane season — and believe me, I know. We just now got our power back after Irene’s terrible visit. But it’s very hard for me to wait past Nov. 1 for my next trip. I think I want to come back in October. That’s when Continental/United is supposed to be increasing their flights out of Houston — still my preferred pass through. I can’t fathom taking the bus, even a luxurious one, on the second leg of the trip. And both the Mérida airport, and the Pappadeaux terminal (as I call it) in Houston suit me just fine.