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Road trip –> Mexico

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“Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.” – Theodore Roethke

There was something in Mexico that really spoke to me.

I still don’t know what that something was. . .  and I think I’m okay with not knowing.

If I am honest, I liked Mexico far more than I thought I would. I was excited about going, but I wasn’t sure it was going to mean something to me. . . But it did. It meant a lot. It was gorgeous, full of life, and endlessly fun.  I took these photos in the backseat of a truck and I find there is no better way to see a place than a spontaneous road trip.

I am always interested in moving and the art of moving. I like these photos because they were all taken while the car was moving along the road between Tulum and Bacalar.

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While in Tulum, I met Fernando and Renato. These two became close friends over the course of a few days and I ended up inviting myself to join them on a road trip to their gorgeous house and hostel in Bacalar. The lagoon they live on is incredible and mystical and within a day, I became somewhat obsessed with the place.

If you ever find yourself in Mexico and want to get out of the over-crowded, not always quiet areas in Quintana Roo, check out Bacalar and especially Casa Tortuga Bacalar!

It is a place I’m missing and would certainly rather be right now.

Until next time Mexico!

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I have seen and played in water so bright blue and clear it makes you uncomfortable.

I have taken photos at one of the most beautiful weddings ever.

I have tried some seriously hot peppers.

I have remembered very little Spanish.

I have tried my hand at sailing.

I have lived in good hostels and bad ones.

I have made new friends.

I have danced.

I have spent nearly everyday on a bike.

I have scraped my knees and toes on coral.

I have made more life plans and lists.

I have had my fair share of fresh coconuts.

I have practiced asanas down by the water.

I have bought a dress that I’ve been looking for for ten years.

I have learned some uncomfortable truths about myself.

I have slacklined and done backflips and handstands on a beach.

I have been so sunfried that my face is peeling and all clothes are uncomfortable.

I have smiled so much my face will hurt for weeks.

I have thoroughly lost track of time and been bothered by very little.

But. . . For now, its time to go home.

Tomorrow morning (*early) I’ll be on a flight back to NC.

Mexico, you’ve been awesome.

See you around.

[Photos: GoPro life in Tulum + Bacalar//Grace Farson]