Last week was spent on the most beautiful beaches I've ever seen, wedged between the the sea and the jungle in Tulum, Mexico. Oh, I fell hard for Mexico. What was it about that place? Perhaps it was love at first sight, on the first night I stepped onto the porch of our thatch-roofed beach hut, so close to the waves that I could feel the sea spray on my skin. Could have been the paletas from Flor de Michoacan: coconut, chile-mango, strawberries and yogurt, rice pudding! Or El Fogon's pastor tacos topped with sliced pineapple, radishes and jicama. I loved the sweet-faced beach dogs who'd escort us up and down the shore while we gathered sun-bleached artifacts. I loved that the most dilapidated shacks are painted like castles, with pink and yellow and turquoise murals. I loved the clear water, stacked to the horizon with gradients of aqua, teal, and blue. I loved that beer cost as much as water.
We enjoyed a full week of these things, topped off with the best wedding I've ever attended, between two of the most lovely in love brides, Hilary and Athena. I've been home for nearly a week, but I'm still feeling the blissed-out afterglow of their beach party wedding weekend. Yay!
More to come ...