When you fly, do you prefer the aisle seat or window seat? When I was, uh, younger, I loved sitting at the window watching the world from above. Older and wiser now, I abide by my late mother’s sound advice: “The fastest way from A to B is a straight line.” Indeed, an aisle seat to the lavatory is the only way to endure a long flight.
But on a recent trip to Cancun, Mexico, I got stuck with a window seat. When the going gets tough, the tough hangs in there. This inconvenient seat assignment, though, was instantly tossed out the window the moment the engines roared, followed by the exhilaration of lift off. While fellow passengers gazed into their smartphones and laptops, watched movies, or took a snooze, I pressed my Google Pixel against the window as we took flight over the sparkling Pacific Ocean and suburbia along Southern California’s coast.
Before reaching the planned city of Cancun on the Yucatan Peninsula (in the state of Quintana Roo), our descent from the clouds opened to the Caribbean Sea and a coastline dense with jungles. It had been a long time since my last visit to Cancun.
Story coming soon.