21/04/2010
A couple of weeks ago I was invited to the wedding of D. and C. in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. They live in San Francisco, which is also where I met them, but they were going to have an intimate ceremony with 40-50 people in Mexico, so it was a real honor for me to be there.
They wedding was held on the beach of the Grand Sunset Princess, an all-inclusive resort right on the turquoise waves of the Caribbean sea. Endless acres of land, incorporating a number of restaurants, pools and other amenities to accommodate the guests of their 1500 rooms. The term "all-inclusive" means that once you pay for your room, all consumption of any kind is free within the walls of the resort. In other words, we're talking about a heavily alcohol-infused culinary extravaganza while lounging by the side of the pool.
The whole resort was beautiful and luxurious beyond belief. Most people there, however were a little bit too pretentious, shallow and loud for my tastes, so the night time was more appealing to me.
As for the wedding itself, breathtaking. A beautiful ceremony, right by the beach, hosted in between two palm trees, graced with the presence of many joyful, elegant participants.
The bride and her father
Obligatory, cheesy, post-ceremonial photo
It was a quick, 4-day escape to a gorgeous part of Mexico, filled with fun people, exciting memories and lots and lots of food!
M.
05/07/2009
There are so many screams of happiness and achievement in my head that I don't know where to start and which images to describe first.
I am at the exact stereotype of most people's paradise. A quarter-circle beach covered in fine, light-colored sand and rocks on either side of it that form a closed hug that protects it by the waves of the open sea. At the top of the rocks of one side there is a simple, cylindric construction made of wood and palm tree branches for the roof. Some people have put up their hammocks in there and get softly rocked at night by the slight wind.
From there one can see the background of this image, a bright-green mountain with thick, tall vegetation that ends with a row of palm trees at its foot. And I, lying on my orange hammock that I put up between two of those palm trees, listening to the waves crashing at five meters away, pushing the water all the way under my hammock, writing about how much in love I am with this country, while drinking the milk out of the coconut I cracked open not so long ago.
Our shopping for a week on the beach.
My bedroom. :)
During our first evening there something happened that I had never witnessed in my life. The sun was close to its dusk while we were putting up our tents. Suddenly, I sensed this strange light in my eyes. I can see everything orange! No, it's not my obsession with that color. The moment the sun went down a red veil covered the sun, washing everything with a light, orange filter. As the light was getting less and less, the scenery was getting more and more red. I have never seen such colors during a sunset.
This, guys, is the caribbean. In the heart of this picture we spent almost a week with L., M., D., E. and A. Spending every day from the sea to the hammock and from the hammock to the sea, lighting a fire to cook in our huge pot, drinking coconut milk and enjoying fine colombian coffee filtered straight through a sock. This is the life!!!
At some point, however, I had to leave the beaches of park Tayrona. I am now in Santa Marta, the neighboring beachtown and tomorrow I'll be setting off towards Cartagena, always sticking near the coast. After almost two months of traveling, I am now traveling solo. :)
M.
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