Passport Diaries: Puerto Morelos
Last month, I treated myself to a 3-day vacation to Mexico, and it was the perfect opportunity to recharge and reset. I really feel as though short trips are underrated. Spending three full days on a resort is the perfect amount of time, especially if you are alone. I relaxed at the beautiful Excellence Riviera Cancun Resort. Such a pleasant experience. Everyone was so friendly and accommodating. I felt like a Queen.
One of the things I love about traveling alone is the freedom to do what I want, even if that means doing nothing at all. It's truly a refreshing experience that I feel everyone should try at least once. When I told people that I went on a vacation by myself, they looked at me as if I had two heads; is it really that foreign of a concept that some people actually enjoy doing these types of things alone? It shouldn't be.
I spent the entire vacation taking photos of any and everything, danced around in my hotel room to everything from 90s west coast rap to house music, purchased cigars that I knew I wouldn't smoke all the way down, abused the self-timer feature on my camera, ordered multiple lobster entrees because that's what staying at an all-inclusive resort is really all about, and drank tequila for breakfast.
One of the things that I adored most about my hotel room is how up close and personal I was with all of the breathtaking greenery. As someone whose apartment looks like a jungle, I felt like I'd died and went to Heaven, being able to step out on my balcony and be amongst all of these beautiful plants, not to mention the intimate touches to the room, like the single rose on the bed, or the incense left by the housekeepers. I felt right at home.
One of the things I love about traveling alone is the freedom to do what I want, even if that means doing nothing at all. It's truly a refreshing experience that I feel everyone should try at least once. When I told people that I went on a vacation by myself, they looked at me as if I had two heads; is it really that foreign of a concept that some people actually enjoy doing these types of things alone? It shouldn't be.
One of the things that I adored most about my hotel room is how up close and personal I was with all of the breathtaking greenery. As someone whose apartment looks like a jungle, I felt like I'd died and went to Heaven, being able to step out on my balcony and be amongst all of these beautiful plants, not to mention the intimate touches to the room, like the single rose on the bed, or the incense left by the housekeepers. I felt right at home.