We’re going back to Tulum, Mexico, in February, along with a visit to Mexico City to see some friends.
This time, we’re spending our entire Tulum visit at www.cabanascopal.com, in a little thatched hut cabana. I find myself using metaphysical terms when describing Copal, because my brief visit there two years ago was like stumbling into my idealized afterlife, where I dine on fresh papaya and pineapple for breakfast, snorkel all day, and at night sip margaritas made with lime plucked from a nearby tree with only candelight serving as my guide (the cabanas do not have electricity) as I walk from the restaurant to the cabana, or the beach, or whereever I wander.
Above all else, the water was azure, and I could not take my eyes off of it.
Plus, I totally dug that our showerhead was a conch shell. And that 3-foot wild iguanas were perched in the trees, and pretty much anywhere you looked.
I’m stopping myself before I get lost in this daydream, again.