What feels like the end of the earth . . .

Greetings from the Biosphere in Sian Ka’an in Tulum, Mexico. You may have read the NY Times article recently that Tulum is the new chic hotspot for Fashion insiders . . .  this, my friends, is not what they meant. Up the road, about 5 miles from here is what I call paradise: chic little out of the way boutiques, funky cool hotels, little gems of restaurants, a long stretch of gorgeous beach, and lots of cool jet-setter types who need to get away from the busyness of regular life.

My room with a view . . .  notice the chic zippered window.

I am lucky enough to have a man who was willing to let me take off, before my fitness retreat at Amansala, a few days early just to be alone. You see, I don’t think I’ve ever actually been alone pretty much my whole life. I am really a people person — sounds cliche’ — but true. People give me energy, I love almost everyone I meet and I love to talk. So, here I am in the most remote part of Tulum for the sole purpose of being alone, and I might be losing my mind. No, this isn’t a soul searching mission — I don’t have things to figure out or a need to meditate — I just wondered what it would be like. Well, guess what? It’s not for me. It doesn’t suck for sure (as they do have wi-fi), but I am dying to go down that bumpy little road and find my people.

Let’s talk about my room. It’s a tent. Literally. It’s sitting inside of a hut, but it’s a tent. My door has a zipper. My window does face the ocean, see above pic, and I am literally a stone’s throw away from the water. The ocean kept me up last night . . . hopefully tonight I’ll be more used to the sound. I fell asleep to a movie on my mac — Crazy, Stupid Love — pretty stupid movie. But, it kept me company. You see, I think I really do have trouble being alone. Maybe that’s why I’m here.

I’m now off to the beach to catch some rays and to read my vogue (with loud music in my ears).

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