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 Arriving at Las Brisas, I was, indeed, greeted by soft breezes and a frothy pink frozen punch. The congenial staff had me checked in and whisked up the hills to my pink and white casita pronto. Las Brisas is 300 individual casitas built into the hillside above Acapulco Bay. Everyone gets around in pink and white jeeps.
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 As night falls, the lights of the city begin their dance on the Bay. Small boats slide quietly along marked by the glow of yellow light. A departing ocean liner enlivens the scene with lights blazing, orchestra playing and whistle blowing. Music from a distant cantina mixes with the songs of frogs and katydids. The perfect accompaniment to a warm tropical night. |
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 I watch the rain explode on my window and listen to "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" while I wait to see if I can book myself an early Christmas present—a lazy weekend of Caribbean warmth at The Ritz-Carlton in Cancun. Days later a warm and sensuous tropical night and the razzmatazz of the Christmas-bedecked Ritz magically dispel the storming north. Tiny white lights encircle dozens of palms and two twelve-foot-tall Christmas trees hung with angles and horns and drums salute my arrival.
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