On my last morning in Cabo, I'm writing early because I don't want to miss my self-imposed daily deadline. I'm supposed to arrive in Jacksonville at 10:30 p.m., but by the time I get my luggage and drive home it will likely be close to midnight. I don't like the idea of not posting by midnight, so I'll do it now. In a half hour, I'm heading over to the spa for my massage. As I left the breakfast area a little while ago, I passed the manager who treated me to spa-time; he recognized me and introduced me to the general manager, who was accompanying him. I was impressed that he greeted me by name, and I thanked him for treating me to an indulgence. He said it was the least he could do, and while I do appreciate it -- and I know he's doing what he can to help -- it doesn't make up for Sunday's situation. I suppose he could have done nothing, which is what the manager-on-duty Sunday night did. I told him (the manager I saw this morning and spoke with yesterday) that whether he was able to help or not, I could tell that he wanted to and I'm grateful for that.
My suitcase is packed and I could be sitting in the sun now, but as usual my mind is onto the next thing. Vacation is already over -- other than my massage time -- and tomorrow night I will teach a class, and Thursday I will work online at least a half day. Everything will be back to business as usual. For a semi-free vacation, this trip ended up costing a lot; time to make more money! I still have twenty minutes until I need to head to the spa; I'm going to sit on my perfect balcony and stare at the ocean.
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