We've been on a bit of a Tulum kick for a while now. It seems someone in the office is always going off on some Mexican sojourn, inciting jealousy in everyone else left in the office. Model Madeleine Angus (you may recognize her) has since joined the Tulum bandwagon—she just got back from a week-long vacation with her boyfriend, Mitch. Seeing dreamy snippets filter through Instagram last week, we shot her an email: “Care to share more?” She quickly wrote back, sending photos and accompanying postcard, painting a picture for us that can only be described as the ideal prelude to the quickly approaching Valentine's Day weekend. But, really, who needs a sanctioned day to be beautiful and in love? Surely a week barely clothed on a beach somewhere is much, much better.
Traveling has decidedly become an important part of our relationship, as has documenting our experiences on film along the way. Our refusal to remain in New York City's confines has led many a day, especially during the fall, to be spent spontaneously making our way to Grand Central station to catch a train upstate to places where we breathe lighter and see clearer. No stranger to New York's winters, we knew the ultimate trip would be escaping it all, even if it were just for a few days. In just one small carry-on, we fit enough of my bikinis (that I didn't end up wearing,) sunblock, minimal amount of clothing, and sandals for our week in paradise.
Tulum is a magical little town where the untamed and overflowing jungle meets the forever warm, turquoise waters of the Caribbean. It's a place to find everything you didn't even know you were looking for. Days were filled with salty hair, salty skin, and salty margaritas, all of which were perfection in our eyes. It's the smallest and simplest place and the natives of Tulum were, as Mitch put it, “so chill?” We found our only obligation to be the surprisingly natural 6am wake up to see the sunrise outside our cabana windows. We still had our coffees every morning, but it was an authentically barefoot, barely clothed affair. If you were down by the Equator, you'd have a hard time keeping your clothes on, too.
On one of our last nights, Mitch wrote me this note in his phone as I slept:
im laying next to you in an all white canopy bed in mexico
the windows are all open and i can hear the waves break over and over outside.
its only 7pm but you are sleeping because we woke up at 6am and skipped our afternoon naps to bike miles through the jungle to find a cenote. We drank too many margaritas at dinner; I can barely keep my eyes open as well but
i just wanted to tell you that this wouldn't be paradise without you.