Thanksgiving comes and goes each year without us really thinking about its meaning, beyond being an occasion for a day off from work, getting together with family, (some we only see once a year on this day) eat a lot of things we shouldn't eat and watch several football games. I just recently returned from Mexico. I travel there twice, sometimes three times a year for business and pleasure; this time for vacation. This year, in Mexico, I had time to reflect upon the true meaning of being thankful.

I rented a car in Mexico's Yucatan peninsula and traveled south, down the eastern coast, beginning just south of Cancun (a super-sized Buckhead), continuing along the Caribbean coast, past the village of Pamuul (a trailer park full of expatriates), past Boca Paila (a fishing village) to Punta Allen, the most southern outpost of my journey.

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