Nothing like a rainy Saturday afternoon to finally kick my writer’s block and get me back here. It’s been a slow afternoon, but a productive one — M and I took our first Orange Theory class this morning (and loved it)! More to come on that later. And since February is my all-time favorite month of the year (hello, birthday), I’m still totally fine sitting inside with my cozy sweatshirt and yoga pants because any day is a good day.
Rain is in the forecast for a majority of the week ahead, so what better time than now to reminisce about our sunny trip to Mexico, shall we?
Luckily, thanks to having some pretty amazing friends who live way cooler lives than we do, we had the opportunity to go to Cancun for four days in January. It was my first trip out of the country, so I was excited every step of the way, including just standing in the customs line, waiting to get my first stamp in my brand new passport. I was *so* nervous about going through customs (why?) but then I was surprised to see that instead of the random security checks I’d read about online, we were simply asked if we had any questionable items in our luggage. No? Okay, keep walking this way. So bizarre!
We stayed at the Royalton Riviera Cancun and there are just no words. Growing up in a family where a vacation meant a day trip to Virginia Beach, I never in my wildest dreams ever imagined I’d experience something as beautiful as this place. I’ve been telling friends that we’d booked our own vacation to Cancun, this resort was probably too nice to even be on our radar. I know some people have reservations about staying at an all-inclusive resort, but hey… I think I’ll take it anyday.
We had sunny skies and 80 degree temperatures everyday, so it couldn’t have been more perfect. The wedding was one of the very best we’ve ever been to, so the bar is pretty high for the rest of our 2018 weddings. 🙂
I’m already daydreaming/stalking travel deals online for our next trip. If you have any suggestions of a remote area that I can hide away for a few days on the cheap, please let me know! I’m now trying to convince Michael that it’s totally acceptable and possible to go poolside in Palm Springs, stay in a snowy cabin in Vermont, lounge around in the Bahamas, book a private rooftop in Greece, (move to) Iceland, and eat my weight in Italy, all in 2018.