The Argument

A marriage on the rocks in Baja

“I’m sorry I almost sent you home and divorced you,” I whispered in Seth’s ear as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his tan neck. He was standing at the sink in our 1999 Roadtrek camper van cleaning up breakfast.

Less than forty-eight hours earlier, I’d picked him up at the Los Cabos airport in southern Baja, Mexico. It was the first time we’d laid eyes on each other in nearly four months. I’d spent those four months driving south and west from New Hampshire with our two dogs, Baxter and Laney, with the goal of spending winter lying in the back of my van next to a white-sand beach instead of lying in my bed at home watching the snow fall.

But on the second morning of our long-awaited Baja adventure, I sat alone on the beach, tears blurring my view of the sunrise, checking United Airlines for flights that departed Cabo for Boston that day. All because of a wet towel.

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