Goodbye to the Yucatan

I had confirmed my return portion of the airport transfer and arrived down to a busy loading dock, as everyone at the resort leaves the same day.  After another hour-long trip to the airport, I arrived, juggled my bags to fit under the weight limit, checked in and went upstairs to stand in a lengthy security line.  One entertaining note, as we North American tourists snaked around the waiting area, was a sign that said, "It is not necessary to take off your shoes!"  Once through security, one enters the last hurrah of Mexican salesmanship - designer items, liquor and all types of chotskys.  Finally onto the plane and back through Denver, and on to San Francisco.