![]() ![]() But, what they don’t tell you is, in Mérida, it is so hot it feels like you’ve climbed inside an incinerator, have been reduced to ash and then set on fire again. “They” made it seem as if moving to Mexico would be unabated paradisiacal bliss. Your cup will runneth over with tequila and your belly will be full of tacos, they said.
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