And This is Why Getting Lost is not Always a Bad Thing
I let my friend decide on the destination we would travel to one year and when she chose Mexico, I was not very fond of the idea. The news from Mexico at that time was grim with mass killings and drug cartels storming towns. I went anyway have no regrets. Playa Del Carmen on the Riviera Maya was heaven on Earth. A little town with everything one could want in a travel destination-a beach only feet from the resort, Mayan Ruins an hour-long bus ride away. I actually took a bus to Tulum on my own and felt completely safe. I toured the ruins of Tulum and relaxed on the small but beautiful beach that lay at the bottom of a cliff just below the ruins.While I was walking to catch my bus back to town, I must have taken a wrong turn. A arrived at a section of road that narrowed into a foot path and realized the area was not familiar to me. Needless to say, I missed my bus anyway and my sense of adventure kicked in. I followed the path and arrived at one of the most beautiful beaches I had ever laid eyes on; Playa Santa Fe. Soft white sand, huge dunes, palm trees and…it was totally deserted! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. As I walked around the dunes and toward the water, I heard voices. “Senorita, are you lost”? I didn’t notice it on my way in but I could see now that there was a hut near another opening to the beach and a man was beckoning for me to come over. Cautiously, I made my way to the hut and was handed a cold, unopened beer. Yup, I had found heaven!