Tulum is about two hours south of Cancun and an hour south of the big all-inclusives “This place reminds me of Vegas,” Matt noted as we drove by the entrances of these mammoth hotels. Big fountains, ostentatious fences and winding drives into their grounds. Not that that’s bad, but we wanted small.
Tulum is a funny mix: almost everyone here is white, either from America or Europe. It’s half well-off tourists and half hippie enclave. Everything is open air, and Christmas lights strewn in the trees and fresh fish, ceviche and good fruit. The ocean water is teal and a few dogs, all belonging to the seemingly year-around transplants who run the dive shops and restaurants (and all beautiful, sinewy Europeans with long hair or dreads) - scamper on the beach, dodging the waves. Our small hotel was literally on the beach and we fell asleep each night listening to the waves.
I’ve spied several topless woman (with great, small perky breasts...I mean, I would go topless too if mine looked like that) and a older, very pale man in a tiniest sliver of a g-string. “That’s got to be a dare, right?” Matt said. I replied that no, he’s just European. “Don’t be so uncultured, Matt,” I added, although secretly thinking, “My god that is a sight...but I have to give it to him.”
And with that, here are some photos of our trip:
|The beautiful view from our balcony.|
|We're so used to getting up at 6:30 due to Annie, so we just kept the blinds open and rose with the sun every morning. Gorgeous.|
|Every morning we ate breakfast on the beach. This is Lorenzo taking our photograph.|
|We ate several of our lunches on our balcony and just picked up goodies from the local grocery store. Here I am ogling the varieties of peppers.|
|Our Mexican rental car. Note there is no clock, radio, or CD player. The fingerprints are me pushing on it saying, "It has to be here somewhere!" Sadly, no mariachi music for us on our drive down to Tulum.|
|Our hotel room. Very white. Very austere. Very peaceful.|
|Matt went scuba diving in a cenote, which is a water hole formed by an above ground portion of an underground river. There is a complex maze of rivers, caves, and cenotes in the Yucatan. We went swimming in one as well (photos later).|
|On the road to our hotel.|
|Mexican bakery. You KNOW I got my baked goods on!|
|We had a game throughout vacation calling "Lizard Spotting" (ingenius titling, I know). Here I am with a bucket full 'o' lizards!|
|Visiting some Mayan ruins in Tulum on the beach.|
|I'm smiling, but I'm already getting sick of these darn ruins. Once you see one ruin, you've seen 'em all (don't tell that to the Mayans).|
|Then we went ziplining over a lagoon.|
|Take a look at this here action shot.|
|Now take a look at Matt in these photos...|
|Then there's me hanging on for my life. Schreeching.|
|We fit in a little canoing.|
|Here's Matt jumping into a cenote.|
|Here is Matt being suave (aka doing a flip).|
Our guide - Raphael - said, "This one's good for the Facebook, no?"
Well said, Raphael. Well said. We'll have to upload this bad boy.
|The next part of our little adventre was an underground cave tour! It was pitch black|
(these photos are taken with a flashlight and camera with a flash).
|Making our way through the cave....doggy paddle style, yo.|
|Hands down, my favorite photo of the trip. Bwhahaha.|
|Lunch on the balcony.|
|Matt and his lady friend.|
|I asked for "anything in a coconut, but it must be in a coconut". You know, just for this photo opp. Classy.|
|Nighttime in Tulum is magical: lights in the trees everywhere, people walking to dinner on the dirt road, flashlights in hand, and hotels aglow. Here is the pool at our hotel.|
|On our last day we went to Chichen Itza. Matt was dying to go. I was like, "eh, ruins.." I know, I'm so jaded.|
We also snorkeled and saw tons of sea turtles and took some underwater photos, which I hope to share when they're developed. It was a terrific trip, but we were so happy to come home to Annie, who spent three days with my parents and three days with Matt's. It's good to be home.