The end of every vacation, trip or extraordinary experience has that lost empty feeling of the end of something, especially if it's been good. Thoughts of ever having as good an experience again, wondering if you'll ever return again, if that excitement can ever return.

Leaving Mexico behind did not come without that feeling -- of good times with good friends in an exotic locale I've never been and may never be again. These moments happen often, we move on and continue with our lives to the point where the excitement turns into a dream, and we're not even sure it actually happened, if something that good could actually be something we go through.

But it did, it has, and it will again.