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The drive out to the corridor is different. You leave the noise of the Medano Beach party boats behind. The highway narrows. The luxury malls turn into dusty cardón cacti standing like ancient sentinels against the mountains. By the time we pulled up to the gates of Casa de las Olas , I had stopped checking my notifications.

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The leather-bound journal was the only thing Christina didn’t pack in her designer suitcase. She tucked it under her arm as she stepped off the private jet into the thick, salt-heavy air of San José del Cabo.

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