Fly Southwest: CUN to Glendale, Arizona

Oh, dear wanderer with a heart strapped on the wings of desire, your journey vast as the horizon, as you intend to soar from that radiant crown jewel of Yucatan, Cancun, to the urban oasis that is Glendale, video calls and virtual tours wouldn't satiate your travel lust. Indeed, all I recommend is Southwest, where "direct flights" isn't an alien phrase in their dictionary and "flight cancellation policy", not a decorated illusion.

Like a performer in a farcical play, you may have experienced the unnoticed comedy, saturated with irony, that unfolds at the hands of "flight duration". There's humor in the way how hours are stretched and squished, how time dances on the whim of wind currents and the jesting jest of weather. Deploying the magical mechanism of chronos, Southwest offers the shortest duration, so your cocktail hour isn't jeopardized at your dream spot by the Pacific ocean.

Life is a merry comic show, and so is choosing between the "One-way" and the "Round-trip". Both as intriguing as the paradox of Schrödinger’s cat, both loaded with amusing volatility of human whims and fancies. Yet, consider picking the round trip, not for its economic wisdom, but for the comedic relief experienced at the sight of ever-changing "airfare" rates. Ascertaining the "best time to book" can be likened to pinpointing the moment when the chameleon changes its color. However, with Southwest, those chameleonic prices often shimmer and shine to the favor of its patrons.

Let's ruminate on the joyous irony of "baggage allowance". The airlines play a hypocritical match, embracing your luggage heavily and lightly together. Southwest, however, welcomes your heaps and piles, weighing them not just in pounds and kilos but in affections and smiles; in every piece of cloth tucked, tucked is a story, a memory, a part of you. Southwest knows how to respect your personality fragments disguised as baggage.

"Economy class" - oh, the words that hit harder than the expensive bottles of champagne in the high heavens. Amidst leather seats and complimentary nuts, the simple traveler is nudged into thinking - is it not an illusion, this grandeur in the sky, this cosplaying flight of luxury? Yet, in the economy class of Southwest, the balance of thoughtfulness is struck. Thoughtfulness, that echoes in ergonomic seats, in-flight services and complimentary smiles from stewardesses that may or may not be there just to augment the satirical drama of air travel.

Just as there exists the binary of tragedies and comedies in literature, the duality of "frequent flyer" versus "infrequent flyer" resides in the air travel realm. What a conundrum, to collect miles from journeys already travelled, to earn future travels? It's as surreal as a folksong in reverse, pulling forth laughs that echo in the airplane cabins. Yet, Southwest's mileage program insists on being pertinent rather than amusing, delivering on promises of better seats, preferred boarding and additional legroom – to stretch out, and perhaps chuckle at the pleasant oddities of air travel.

Traveler, as you embark on your journey guided by fate from Cancun to Glendale; remember there's an uncanny poetry in the narrative of flights, a rhythm concealed in the absurdities, a sentiment camouflaged in the traveling incongruities. Yet, Southwest, in all its peculiarities, is as intriguing as they come; an enigma, an anecdote, a foot-note, designed for you to question and cherish the satire that is, flying.