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I’ve been sleeping under two blankets for the last week and a half. Pulling out a throw to cuddle under on the couch when I watch TV.

It doesn’t get much better than stepping out of a plane in mid-January into the blue sky and bright sunshine of a Mexican afternoon. 

Last year when I visited the United States over the holidays, the first meal I sought out was a gas station hot dog. It was something I missed and something I hadn’t yet discovered I could get at my neighborhood OXXO.

If you live in the Midwest, “coat” is one of the words you use regularly. Right up there with “winter storms” and “cornfields.” 

There are a lot of things that people get right in Mexico. 

I have a favorite Christmas picture. Taken over 60 years ago, it’s black and white and shows an entire extended family gathered around a Christmas tree that is sparse of branches and decorated with nothing but a few strands of tinsel that were probably saved from the year before.