Our time spent in Tulum wasn’t all tacos and beaches.
When Laura and I decided to head to Mexico, we opted to split our time and head to the small town of Tulum for the first half of the trip.
After a whirlwind trip through four islands, it was time to head back to the mainland.
We were warned at the beginning of this trip that our final island was going to be the party island. It did not disappoint.
When Santorini popped up as one of the islands on this trip, I was so excited! I mean, it’s a dream destination, right? Yes and No.
From Mykonos we hopped on another ferry bright and early and headed to Paros. I can’t remember the name of the hostel we stayed at, but it was run by a foul mouthed Scottish woman. So needless to say, we I think we picked the best spot.
I remember exactly how the idea came up. A friend and I were talking over drinks and he mentioned wanting to go to the Bahamas (or something) in the spring. I nonchalantly said “I’m thinking about island hopping in Greece for 2 weeks, want to do that instead?” And off we went.
Twice a year we get a ridiculous group of women together for Girl’s Weekend. It usually ends up being in Leavenworth, WA. But when one of your people moves to San Diego, you have to reevaluate locations. It wasn’t a tough decision.
When I decided to go to Italy on my first trip abroad in 2012, I knew that I would fall in love with it instantly. This was going to be my first real solo travel experience. I don’t know why I thought 4 days would be anywhere near enough time. It wasn’t.