So. Mexico.
I don’t really know where to start. We’ve
been back for a couple of weeks now – in fact it’s fucking February already –
and I still haven’t quite got my perspective right on the whole thing.
Did I love Mexico? So very much. Hospitable
people, gorgeous weather and the kind of beaches that knock the air from your
lungs with their almost hysterical beauty.
Our hotel was the stuff of dreams – sea
views, a large, languorous bed replete with princess mosquito nets, an
authentic ocean soundtrack and an unpretentious, respectful architecture that
nestled into the surrounds.
Was it the holiday we’d dreamed of? The
holiday I’d spent months planning and even longer mentally packing for? In a
word, no.