2016.08.25-09.01

The first time I went to Mexico, it was with my then-partner to belatedly celebrate our honeymoon in Puerto Vallarta. It was the first time he travelled abroad and the first time I travelled without older, seasoned companions (aka, my parents). Our first mistake was booking an all-inclusive resort. Our second mistake was naivete.

I didn’t research anything about Puerto Vallarta. I never had to do trip research before – it was done for me or the intention was that we’d figure it out as we went along. Again, naivete.

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2016.08.25-09.01

As soon as we got off the plane in Puerto Vallarta, we fell into a time share trap. It sounds like such a small deal now, but in the moment the time share pressure was real, and it felt like we couldn’t get out of the situation no matter what we did. We left the airport scared and on-guard. Not the vibe you want to feel at the start of a vacation or honeymoon. We spent most of the trip in the all-inclusive resort and I honestly felt like I never got to know Mexico.

Since getting a divorce, I’m tackling things that scare me head on. The decision to go to Playa del Carmen was impulsive. I wanted to re-write my negative memories with positive ones. I had a lot of unused vacation time. And a fav blogger posted about her blissful trip to Playa del Carmen.

I’ve been back for about a few weeks and I can’t wait to go back to Mexico. I’d even re-visit Playa del Carmen. More photos and parts to come. The trip was unreal.

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2016.08.25-09.01