Today is a typical November day in Minnesota, I know, the weather could be worse, it could be fifty degrees below zero. Oh yeah winter bring it on!
Meanwhile, I am surrounded by bare branched trees, and by a muted canvas of gray, brown, black, and blah. On days like today, I dream of different hues-turquoises, pinks, azures….I reflect on my first trip to Mexico last month, the first time I saw proof that these colors really do exist in nature.
Adam and I travelled to Cancun to shoot a wedding (stay tuned for that post) and although I had never before desired an adventure somewhere “tropical,” (remember I’m naturally so white I blind folks) I now understand why droves of bikini clad college students visit Mexico every year.
After celebrating for three days with Brian and Jennifer, the beautiful wedding couple, Adam and I had a full day of vacation before heading back to Minnesota.
There is a lot to do around Cancun, but we were most interested in relaxing by the incredible blue green waters of the Caribbean. So, we took a ferry to Isla Mujeras. I was charmed instantly by this small “island of woman,” and spent the day floating on my back in the Caribbean (paying homage to my maternal grandmother), sipping the best margaritas I have ever tasted, meeting a great family from Utah, and enjoying some down time with my favorite photographer
-my husband.
Okay, you can be extremely jealous of me now. Heck, I’m jealous of my “October Cancun venturing self.”
Viva la Mexico!






Before getting on the last ferry back to Cancun, Adam and I grabbed a quick bite to eat. These fish tacos pictured below were excellent…unfortunately, I didn’t end up feeling so good later in the evening, but that’s a story nobody wants to read.




When in Rome, well, you know…later that evening we gussied up and headed to the club district to pay some big money to check out the infamous Coco Bongo. Yes, we know this place is a money making cheese factory, but somedays ya just embrace your inner cheese and be a typical tourist.
Adam and I tried to negotiate a better price with the club’s doorman, but ended up with two free t-shirts and a DVD.
Coco Bongo puts on a good show; canons shoot confetti, trapeze artists soar above your head, celebrity look-alikes lip synch to songs (instantly I thought of the show Puttin on the Hits,) and Jim Carrey’s mask character gestures obscenely. Around midnight, I kept getting yelled at by a male server for sitting down, obviously the man has never spent 6 hours in heels.
