It feels odd. Along the sun-shiny sheen of Cancun’s beaches and jet skis lie the ravages of climate change. The Hotel Zone, a strip of mega-resorts along the highly developed Isla Cancun, was famously rebuilt after suffering hurricane damage. Some tons of sand were trucked in from farther out at sea. I was walking along one of these rebuilt beaches when I noticed a bright orange floating blob. A piece of coral reef. Yeah – the kind that takes years to produce.
During my downtime, I read some of the Kyoto Protocol. Seriously. Brew up a mug of tea and skim through that sucker. Because as imperfect and difficult and contested as it is, the hope it has in it is a little bit of food for the soul – the kind of hope that brought most people here in the first place. Hope that will, however faint, fuel the rest of the week here in Mexico.