How fast the bliss of a Caribbean vacation fades once you have returned to the grind. I swear the residual relaxation lasted maybe a week. Although, just revisiting some of these photos, like the one above of my weird toes, seemed to drop my blood pressure a notch. This is a daydream post. A daydream where breakfast and dinner are cooked by these handsome gentlemen, Chef Antonio Chin sosa of Tulumchef.com and his sous Benjamin.
A dream where the sun rises at 5:30 am and you don't want to strangle your toddler for waking you before 6 because when you step outside of your house this is what greets you. This and a beach hammock swaying in the morning breeze.
A dream where you throw diets and caution to the wind as you face a plate of this at dinner: Chile Rellenos. Then gobble it down without a second thought.
Followed by flan.
Vacation. I live in a "vacation" hot spot. This little island I call home is swarming with vacationists...I like that term as opposed to "tourists." When I think of tourists I think of garish mass of sweaty people in clothes that are too small, hats that are too big, and cameras dangling from thick sun burned necks.
Tulum is also a vacation destination. The guide books said so, mainly for Europeans...which I saw a few about. But there was a tourist faction not mentioned in the books, mid-westerners. There were two little casitas on the property we stayed that were both rented to mid-westerners, and then on the beach I struck up a conversation with a woman and her staggering toddler on the beach, both of whom also from middle America. I thought about why all these polite, genuine folks from the same region happened to be congregated in this tiny stretch of the Caribbean and I figured for these two reasons: To escape a terrible winter, and to enjoy an affordable slice of paradise.
I am telling you people. Mexico is where it is at. Do yourself a favor and pay our neighbor a visit. You will not be disappointed.
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