Tulum Beach; Where the magic happens

iv>that just seemed to be blown away by the same wind
This article was taken from my journal on Tulumthat was whispering through my hair. It was odd, I
Beaches which I wrote at a Tulum Hotelthought to myself, in such a simple and plain
It wasn’t long ago that I found myself on one ofatmosphere, how such clarity had found its way to my
Tulum’s beaches, relaxing under the shade of athoughts.
droopy palm tree. I had nestled myself up with a good 
book was debating the prospect of quitting life in theI found myself on the exact same beach, under the
states all together and making this an everydayexact same palm tree one year later. I had taken the
occurrence. Cold beers on the beach and lazyjump I’d dreamt so long about; of leaving the
afternoons in the shade were things I could definitelymachine I had grown up around for warmer and more
get used to, but how?relaxing days. My friends come down to visit regularly,
 and between the free rooms I tempt them with at my
Life in the states had started to take its toll on yoursboutique hotel, to the immaculate beach here in Tulum,
truly. The grind of waking up every morning at five tothey’re often tempted with the same sorts of
the sound of an alarm clock had worn its way into myideas.
soul and late nights at the office became,My move to Mexico wasn’t terribly outrageous
embarrassingly, part of my daily routine. It was theseeing as though I’ve met plenty of people who
way of life in New York City; where salaries andlong ago did the same. But for me it was a
intense exertion on ones body are indicators of statusmonumental step in my life. And sitting here today,
and success.I’m all but frustrated I didn’t do it sooner.
But it was this lovely afternoon in Tulum when all of