STORIES BY GABRIELA

There’s something blissful about holiday romances. You could get the full essence of a relationship, the spark, the drama, the intimacy, and emotional damage in under five business days. They’re fast like a hurricane. A force of nature. A flame that burns bright with zero regard for future consequences. And yet...what a joy it is to hold someone’s hand on the beach. To look them in the eyes and agree, silently, that the rest of the world has simply been… temporarily deleted.

It’s been a year since I last laid eyes on this little blog… unless we count that brief but very committed moment when I paid for the domain :)) But here I am again. One year later. Same beach, different plot twist. Mexico, part 4. I arrived with zero expectations. This time we’re a bigger crew. What started as a couple’s trip somehow evolved, three years later, into a girls’ trip. Slightly sad? Yes. Curious? Also yes. Mostly about how a vacation feels when you’re not hold

Victor Hugo used to write naked. So here I am! Well, he would have someone hide his clothes so he couldn’t leave the room until he...