Bacalar was a surprise!! A fabulous feast!
We gave ourselves a week this time to explore the town on the colorful lake of the same name. It was an increase from our first time there, two years ago, when we made a Christmas hop from Merida for a few days.
And, now we put the week into a top 20 list of places visited since we moved to Mexico in 2018.
The town has swirls and blocks of color – murals abound, hotels can be bright – and your eyes stay occupied. Continue Reading…
When we saw the listing on Airbnb, we knew we would be in for a treat!
Just how much of one really surprised us.
We had our Airbnb host send a driver to take us from San Agustinillo to Puerto Angel – a small traditional fishing village with one good beachfront restaurant, an OXXO, a few great fruit and veggie stands, a nice little town beach, another one nearby, and not much more. Continue Reading…
The threesome.
Mazunte, San Agustinillo, and Zipolite.
There they are, on a strip. If you visit one, chances are you will visit the others. You might enjoy all of them, but you will also probably have a favorite.
Each member of the family has a distinct personality. Continue Reading…
I disliked Cozumel with a passion, and my shoulders rose an inch. Warning bells bounced around my brain.
I knew this was going to be a place that drained my soul from me as I skirted around obnoxious touts selling ridiculously priced tours – 14 people on a small boat – COVID restrictions relaxed, breeding grounds, small talk, and lots of beer.
We stepped foot on the island, and horror descended on me.
Cruise ships were throwing up their passengers in Hawaiian print shirts with bellies that overflowed their pant tops as they headed to Hooters or Señor Frog’s, and The Hard Rock Cafe for watered-down margaritas and chips gouging out from the fake guacamole bowl. Continue Reading…
Sometimes my first impressions are spontaneous rather than learned or developed.
I need to learn to settle in. Suss things out. Beauty does not always get recognized immediately.
That’s what happened to me with our Airbnb in Bacalar. Continue Reading…
I broke down and did it.
My husband, the lovely man that he is, might not have fully understood my rising need, but he understands my heart and knew I needed to hear “The Click.”
That sound a camera, a “real” one, makes.
I needed to hold the solid heft in my hands, to focus on possibilities.
Have a moment frozen in time.
My iPhone does that, but not in the same way.
A “click” is firm, fixed, and sturdy. For me, it is a mental thing. It brings me into the moment. It brings me into romance and a courtship of sorts. Finding the best of something. That angle, that light, that composition – realized. Continue Reading…