It is funny how sometimes it is the most unexpected places that capture our hearts, usually for unpredictable reasons. Last December, in a winter-sulken mood we booked two flights to Tulum, Mexico.
We found ourselves a white beachside cabana, part of a small property between all slightly larger and more bohemian eco-boutique hotels in Tulum, and every morning were woken up by the ocean at our doorstep and the sun on the terrace. We spent ten glorious warmth-drenched days there, and I have never felt so relaxed.
We would wake up to the ocean's eternal rhythmical greeting and walk barefoot to breakfast, served under a big palapa roof. The restaurants along the beach all possess an ambiance that I imagined only existed in movies or books. Thatched roofs and reclaimed wood, overgrown with palm trees and exotic tropical plants, strings of lights hanging in the trees, hammocks and makeshift bars tucked in corners. The smell of Mayan incense and wood-grilled food in the air. Sounds of the ocean mixed with ambient music playing in the background. Exotic, intoxicating and like no other place I have been to before...
My main activities those 10 days consisted of eating all the fruit, reading under the palm trees, visiting the pyramids and taking long strolls up and down the beach. Time moves slower there, the pace of the days falls into a natural rhythm and weeks melt away without distractions of modern civilization. There is nothing more important than NOW, except maybe (if you're are an extreme planner type) what restaurant your next margarita or dinner is coming from.
Our hotel, called "Cabanas Tulum," was immaculate with friendly beautiful staff taking care of everything, including sweeping away the seaweed on the beach each morning. And yes, milky turquoise water is really that stunning and true to life as the photographs you see. No photoshop or filter tricks here. This trip was a dream and, sometimes, I think even slightly better that a dream... Read More