And then, after the busybusy, werkwerk-ing in NYC, we put our feet up on a Mexican beach for 6 nights.
As you do.
You know how Mexican food is kinda hip at the moment? In Mexico, it's not hip, it's just absolutely farking fabulous. Especially with a Margarita in hand. Muchos absolutely farking fabulous.
We stayed in Tulum, about 1 and 1/2 hours from Cancun which, judging by the beautiful young Spaniards whose planes arrived at the same time as ours, is party central.
Tulum is not party central, just so you know.
The Mayan ruins in Tulum may not be the best in the country, but who cares? They were magic enough for me. (Get there early would be my tip.)
On the last night we decided to do nothing, which pretty much summed up what it was we wanted from a proper feet-up holiday. Our hotel's excellent restaurant looked after us beautifully as we listened to the Caribbean lapping only a few metres from our feet, sipping at pina coladas and knocking back a Negro Modelo or two. Maybe three.
Miss the place already.