SOB - Adiós

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I flew out on the final day instead of hanging around an extra one. Living in the United States rather than Mexico made flying on a Saturday more attractive from a price perspective. It felt very strange leaving the beach with two nets still to take down and all the gear to store away. It was even stranger seeing all my friends, both old and new, at the airport instead of being there by myself.