by Jake Lorenzo
Apr 2008 Issue of Wine Business Monthly
Jakelyn's mother popped a guacamole covered chip into her mouth, took a sip of the ice cold Negro Modelo and leaned back onto her beach chair. "I could get used to this," she sighed. A gentle breeze blew in off the Caribbean. The emerald blue water glistened as yachts slowly motored through the channel before opening up their engines for the short ride to Isla Mujeres. I dug my toes into the cool white sand, reached into the iced bucket of bee...
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