Mira! Mexico was a wondrous journey away from my iphone and towards total and utter relaxation. We spent the majority of our time in the picturesque town of Tulum, about two hours south of the Cancun airport. It is, quite literally, a chickens-in--the-road kind of town where they only take cash and time merely plods along as opposed to sweeping your feet out from under you and punching you in the solar plexus. In fact, the only thing I did with any kind of rapidity while there was burn through 900-pages of Shantaram. Here's what it looked like:
Beach combing in a vintage caftan I purchased last time I was in Palm Springs. I'll give you one guess whether I have ever worn it before, and whether I'll ever wear it again... (hint: San Francisco is currently 58 degrees)
Continue the magical photo tour after the jump!
Our beach shack at the Zamas Hotel in Tulum was super cute in a rustic, birds-nesting-in-the-ceiling sort of way. You had to throw your toilet paper in the trash can, but my god, there were hammocks.
The food? Muy bueno. I pretty much subsisted on fish tacos, salsa, and the Zamas Hotel restaurant's excellent wood-fired pizzas (enjoyed beachside, of course).
Also, an excellent and varied selection of daquiris, margaritas, and mojitos that knocked me on my ass after spending a couple of days drinking watered down resort drinks.
We visited Mayan Ruins that were perched on the most beautiful swath of coast I've ever seen.
These iguanas sure picked a nice location to...you know. Sit utterly still and flap their cheek pouches.
And of course, no tropical vacation would be complete without an unnecessary swimwear photoshoot. I'm so gosh darn fond of this flamingo one-piece from H&M, I think I'll be wearing it as a top in the coming months.
There were a ton of traditional handicrafts for sale in town. I would have loved to clean out their selection of woven and embroidered textiles, but settled for a few, less bulky souvenirs instead.
Everything was going great until a rogue wave pushed me over and made my stub my toe. Even after that, things were still going great.
And now I'm home with the best souvenir ever: a killer tan. That I'm currently covering up with 3 sweaters and a pair of thermal socks. Who knew my blood would thin out so quickly?! This can only mean one thing: I need to move to Mexico.