Playa del Carmen, Mexico, is one of my favorite places in the world. We've been visiting for years. The sky seems wider and more intensely bright there, to me, than anywhere. At first, it had a tranquil Euro-vibe, similar to the south of France. Today, sadly, more hotels and loud, overweight Americans now line the beaches. But something about Playa still appeals to me. We just penetrate farther back into the "real" Playa, far from the "tourist cage," and discover new charms each time. I'll spare you my narrative and let my pictures do the talking.
Here I am in our hotel garden, ready to face the day. We prefer small, boutique hotels to the overpriced, overpopulated all-inclusives. We've been staying at this place in Playa for years.
As usual, each day, our maid created an incredible towel sculpture. This flaming corazon was my favorite. [An elephant and a puppy were close runners up.]
Omniman enjoys a pensive moment on the beach.
This sea turtle was on her way to lay her eggs, but she got lost and ended up on a busy beach in Playa. Thankfully, the lifeguards gave her a lift, via water scooter, to the proper nesting ground, about 4 miles north. Playa residents are very well-versed in helping the endangered sea turtles.
Here's a close-up of her face. Bonita, isn't she?
A bicycle, parked in Tulum.
A vegetable stand in downtown Tulum.
Intense, saturated colors...
The honesty and primitive beauty of the handmade signs are so lovely. Without their imperfections, they would just be...well...machine made.
The sand on some of Tulum's beaches is as soft as flour. Here, you can see the famous Mayan ruins in the distance.
And now, vegan vacation chow... Soy cappucino at La Vagabunda....
Along with a fresh fruit plate.
Bean-based salad at 100% Natural. In Mexico, they typically dress salads with lime juice only. It's surprisingly refreshing.
100% Natural also makes some great juices. Omniman enjoyed this massive concoction of tropical fruits while I enjoyed my favorite -- carrot juice, straight up.
The most incredible gnocchi arrabiatta at La Baretto. Perfectly al dente. Perfectly sassy.
Veggie fajitas at El Fogon, a real Mexican hole in the wall. No vacationers in here, but us. The green, pepper-like vegetable condiment in the background is cactus, or nopales.
Media Luna got our vote for the best, most gigantic--and most lethal margarita.
Veggie enchiladas at Nativa--all this for $4.90.
And now, we return to the grey Northeastern sky--for awhile, at least.