Tulum, Mexico.

I turned 30 this weekend and decided (on Thursday) that I was yearning to go somewhere for my birthday (I guess I am always yearning to go somewhere, but this was an opportune why and wherefore). Xavier is in Paris (I was going to be there with him, but an interesting befalling at work made it so I couldn't take off that much time). So, sitting at my desk, co-workers shouting out ideas as they floated in, I decided on a place my brother, Stephen, had recently been: Tulum, Mexico. And who better than my favorite travel partner/very good friend Chris?



Tulum is south of Cancun 100km. It is 'off the grid,' which - in this yoga town - is sold as 'green.' It basically means that you can't charge your cell phone because there isn't electricity in your straw hut. Pretty charming.





The straw hut did have a pretty staggering ocean view and a little tub outside for soaking/gazing.



The straw hut (or palm hut, I guess) also had an uncertain, but very enticing, staircase down to the beach and water below.



Foremost, this hut was iguana jetty (please correct me if iguana is not their real name). They were everywhere. They were my favorite part. Yes, I am easily charmed by iguanas. I don't know what it is: maybe it is the way their glare is a slow burn, maybe it is their grotesque back legs and long finger-claws, or just simply the way they live up to 'reptile' - the way humans should live up to 'human', if you know what I mean. Chris remarked that the majority of the photos in my camera after this weekend were iguana photos. That tells you.














This is a pelican diving in the water, scooping up fish.




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