Wish I could spend all my days in Playa del Carmen.
I could get used to a beachy-keen lifestyle.
But my favourite spot to swim? It wasn’t the beach but a giant freshwater cenote (sinkhole doesn’t sound nearly as romantic, does it?). Cenote Ikil was cold, full of fish and dripping with Lost-style vines. Add to that the fact that it was a reported 54 metres(!) deep and you’ve got the coolest, spookiest swimming hole in the Yucatan.
I’ve been back in Vancouver a few weeks now but I desperately want to head back to Mexico. Now.
My tangerine dress? It’s from Zara. My suitcase? It’s bulging full of ridiculously bulky sweaters and scarves.
Seriously, who goes to a place like this and buys big woolly things?