

My friend Erin and I have a long history of making grand vacation plans and then something terrible happening the day before we are supposed to go. Last summer we had planed a magical week together in Scandinavia (Denmark, which I ended up going to later in the year by myself), but then my mother got sick. Erin went alone, and I went into an intimate family spiral of illness and death, with her support from afar. After the dust settled, we made a new plan to spend a long weekend in Santa Fe (with Jacinda). I got on the plane and left LAX, and she was to meet us later that night. Then a hurricane hit and all flights were cancelled, so she never made it. We decided to schedule a trip just for the two of us and nothing would stand in our way. We went to Tulum.

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Sunrise on the beach from our hotel, Be Tulum 









At some point, grab a cab and take a ten minute drive to Gran Cenote for a most unique swim you will never experience anywhere else. 





