We woke that first morning in Mexico City to all the sounds I’d thought we’d left behind in New York. A couple of sirens screamed at each other, taxis disputed with horns blaring, and somebody was having a very loud argument in Spanish right outside our hotel window. When I pulled back the curtain, I saw urban sprawl blanketed with smog. This was our vacation?

Our jobs in the financial district kept us so busy that Diane and I virtually lived by our appointment books. I noticed that this was Wednesday, and we always penciled in time to have sex on Wednesday evening and Saturday afternoon, unless some unscheduled business commitment came up. I glanced over at Di’s sleeping form, hoping that maybe she’d forget to check her book this morning. After our escape from New York and the flight and a night in... Read more...