The night before we left for Tulum was a disaster. I hadn't packed yet, blog posts needed to be scheduled for the week, there was hardly any food left in the fridge, my apartment felt cramped and I was exhausted. All of a sudden midnight rolled around and I realized that Rich and I had to be awake in less than 3 hours to make it to the airport. So I finished packing, showered and took a nap for 1 short hour.
If you've ever been to New York in the dead of night, you know that public transportation can be awful at best. We had to take a train west to go east, and in the end it turned out we could have just gone home and waited for the first train headed int he direction of the airport. We were late for our flight, but made it just in time. In the blink of an eye we were in the air flying above the Gulf of Mexico. (Well, a blink for me, Rich couldn't fall asleep but I couldn't stay awake).
In the Cancun airport parking lot waiting for our bus to Playa del Carmen I thought I was in actual heaven. There were palm trees swaying in the warm breeze, huge flowers were everywhere and the sky was so blue it could have been painted. After a strange transfer to a second-class bus in Playa del Carmen we zipped south down the coast to Tulum.
On our way to the hotel I caught a glimpse of that green-blue ocean, and again I was convinced I was in heaven. All those lofty sightseeing goals to see ancient Mayan ruins and the natural wonders of the cenotes were forgotten in one glimpse of that beach.
Its not really the kind of place where you take pictures. I managed to get a few, but the pace is so different and its so unplugged from everything. There's hardly any places that have electricity for 24 hours a day, and we only had access to wifi twice. I gave up on makeup and styling my hair, pretty outfits went out the window and I just kind of let go of everything and really, truly relaxed for the first time in years.