Tulum is a dream. The kind you never want to wake up from. If I had to describe it in a simple sentence, I would say, it’s a bohemian wanderland. I was struck by the way this little coastal town could, so effortlessly, be host of such grand dichotomies. Like, it’s marriage of modern and rustic that allows you to be surrounded by nature but luxuriously housed in new age type architecture with engineering that rivals any thing you’ve seen in the first world. Or even the fact that it can balance it’s quintessential relaxed vibe while being so high spirited. But most importantly, I was captivayed by its ability to make a foreigner, like me, feel so much at home in a place that was alien in many respects.

In case you need me to spell it out for you: I am deeply infatuated.