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So you think your firework dreams have all been grounded by rain on July 4. Then you spend the next few months emotionally recovering from the proverbial rug that has been ripped out from underneath you. And you finally accept that all your patriotic energies went down the drain. (Oh, how I love the metaphors.)

Then...BAM....you wake up in the middle of the Isla Mujeras town square with a couple thousand people celebrating the Bicentennial Mexican Independence Day. And all things are right in the world again. A cherry on the top of a day filled with a long run through the back alleys of the island, a little sand volleyball, grapefruit vodkas, lobster quesadillas, Sara Bareilles on the ipod and my feet in the pool.

Viva la Mexico! Happy 200th Birthday-o.