{ Beached bros at the resort }

{ My lover at Lover’s Beach }

{ Paradise. And so many Pacificos. }

{ Why do I live in cold and rainy Vancouver, again?! }

{ Love this guy! }

Traveling to Mexico with 8 dudes and 1 gal can be summed up as: so many Pacificos, Coronas, and tequila shots, wet t-shirt contests and pushup competitions, laughs and high-fives, bros sunscreening each others’ backs, the most delicious tacos ever, cramming 10 people into a van built for 5, massages on the beach, dance parties on the hugest catamaran ever, swimming with whale sharks (!), lazy days and fun nights and not much sleep.

The weather was hot, the resort was luxurious, the food was the best ever. I wondered many times why I lived in a cold and rainy city and not on the beach in Mexico.

Now I am back in this rainy city of mine, and as predicted, it’s rainy and gross. It is, however, nice to be able to get a full night’s sleep. ;)