It was time to move on from Merida to the next city, heading two hours southwest to the historic city of Campeche. A city that reminds me so much of Old San Juan, Puerto Rico, where my parents were born. The similarity is mostly in its architecture, narrow sidewalks, cobblestone streets and the fortress that surrounds the city. Most of it well-preserved, a defensive walled city going back to the 1600s, created for the sole purpose of protecting itself from pirates. Yes, pirates, much like those we see in movies….