More under the cut.
sleepy faces and 6 am sunrises.
Oh Tulum, how I wish I was still there…. mostly. I mean, really, I’d be happy to be anywhere if it meant being able to spend a week alone together (maybe with Marlowe), without any cares. After a few days on the jungle side, we moved to the beach. A sand surrounded bungalow home to call our very own. With it being a monday (or was it sunday?) most of the weekend travelers had left and we had the whole place mostly to ourselves– with the exception of a friendly “mexicali” couple (a couple from the other side of mexico– not california. I don’t fully understand, but they were nice). We had a shared open air kitchen, a cooler, and a block of ice, again, mostly to ourselves. Twice, I was up before the sun, propped into a beach chair, waiting for the sun to rise over the ocean. On the last day, a sleep loving Alex joined me— you can’t leave Tulum without watching the sunrise AT LEAST once, its phenomenal. As soon as we walked onto our beachside property, I was sold on coming back with Marlowe. Sand, toys, slides, swings, hammocks, and friendly beach dogs everywhere— perfect for anyone of any age. We loved sharing our meals here, with our toes in the sand and the waves crashing in front of us. Alex spent much of his time in and out of the water, while I lay, shaded, relaxing my day away. At night, we ventured to even more restaurants. We dined at Posada Margherita— one of my most favorite meals/dining experiences in Tulum— surprising since my first dining out choice is not typically Italian, but this place was a real gem… and pretty much my forever backyard inspiration. We sat in the table closest to the water— where we could see nothing, but black sky, and a billion stars. We each ordered a pasta dish and dined on bread— lots of it, but once our meals came out, we wished we had ordered only one meal to share together. Next time, we know. We took our wine to go and took a walk down the beach to find a beachside stage with salsa dancing. Despite both of us loving to dance together, we only sat on the side and watched— I’m not sure who’s to blame, it was probably me, but I like to think we were both intimidated. The last night in Tulum we made a stop at the beautiful Casa Jaguar. Take away the bugs, and you have my second favorite backyard inspiration spot– the food we could leave or take, but the atmosphere was almost perfect. Nights under the stars, a private roof top yoga experience for me, our private bungalow, long lazy days covered in sand, beach, and sun— three days relaxing on the beach was the perfect way for us to end our honeymoon together. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I’d like to go back and stay forever, with my family by my side.