I´m so clever.

When I got to Houston this morning, I discovered an earlier flight. One that would get me to Cancun in enough time to make the flight to Havana today and not have to bother with Cancun at all. I waited standby and got on the flight.

My luggage, turns out, did not.

So, here I am in Cancun, without luggage (no guidebook, spanish dictionary, soap, towel, etc.) wandering around looking for a phone to call the airport to give them a location where they can deliver my luggage.

En route, I found an internet cafe, and I figured a small dose of connectivity would do me good.

It has.

But now: phone.

Soon after: shower, beach, cerveza, tacos.

Tomorrow: Havana.