is riddled with challenges, which begin with HOM and me valiantly shoveling the driveway at four a.m. before driving through the blinding snowfall to the airport, where our flight gets delayed two hours on account of a tardy crew member(!@#!), and they continue as we plod through the cattle ranch that is the cancun immigration process to multiple encounters with time-share program vendors who eagerly wait to feed on us as we make our way to our hotel room.
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