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 holding anyone’s hand (except your own, dramatically).
Surprise, surprise: the magic is still very much alive. And now I’m wondering… maybe it wasn’t us. Maybe it was the place all along.
Same dolce far niente, same unreal sunsets, same dangerously good food. But this time: more laughter, more jokes, more support, and… significantly more mezcal. It took me two full years to recover from my mezcal trauma. What a relief to announce that I’m healed. I’m thriving. I’m back on track.
Mid-vacation update: we’re a solid group. Independent girls, bonded by food, sunshine, and a shared commitment to doing absolutely nothing.
Zipolite remains effortlessly chill: magic waves, playful whales, zero pressure to be anything other than horizontal.
This is going to be a great year.
Bikini off!
