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Looking for a place to celebrate a birthday, wedding or a family get-together? Maroma, A Belmond Hotel in Mexico's Riviera Maya is an ideal place for that ❤️ You can book it by clicking on the link below: https://www.booking.com/hotel/mx/maroma-resort-spa-by-orient-express.en.html?aid=1315590&no_rooms=1&group_adults=2

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Top 10 Stunning Wedding Venues in Playa del Carmen

Discover the top 10 stunning wedding venues in Playa del Carmen with insights from Vincent van den Berg of Pixan Photography for picture-perfect memories.

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7 Tips for a Hassle-Free Destination Wedding in Cancun or Riviera Maya Mexico

Planning a destination wedding in Cancun? Congratulations! Here are our top 7 tips to ensure your big day is stress-free and absolutely perfect.

Choose the Right Time of Year Cancun is stunning year-round, but it's important to consider the weather and tourist seasons. The best time for a wedding is during the dry season, from November to April. This ensures sunny skies and pleasant temperatures for your special day.

Hire a Local Wedding Planner A local wedding planner is invaluable. They know the best vendors, venues, and have insider knowledge that can save you time and stress. Plus, they can handle any unexpected issues that arise on-site, allowing you to relax and enjoy your wedding.

Visit the Venue in Advance If possible, take a trip to Cancun before the wedding to visit potential venues, meet with vendors, and finalize details. This will give you peace of mind and ensure everything meets your expectations.

Simplify Your Décor Less is more when you’re surrounded by the natural beauty of Cancun. Opt for simple, elegant décor that complements the stunning backdrop of beaches and lush landscapes. This also makes logistics easier and reduces stress.

Plan for Guest Comfort Consider your guests’ experience. Provide welcome bags with essentials like sunscreen, bug spray, and a schedule of events. Make sure there’s plenty of shade and hydration options during the ceremony and reception to keep everyone comfortable.

Understand Legal Requirements Ensure you understand and fulfill all legal requirements for getting married in Mexico. This may include obtaining certain documents, translations, and blood tests. Your wedding planner can help guide you through this process.

Embrace the Local Culture Incorporate local traditions and flavors into your wedding. From a mariachi band to authentic Mexican cuisine, adding local elements can make your wedding unique and memorable for you and your guests.

By following these tips, you’ll be well on your way to having a beautiful, hassle-free destination wedding in Cancun. Happy planning, and here’s to your perfect day in paradise!

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Riviera Maya Destination Wedding

The Riviera Maya offers a stunning backdrop for destination weddings, combining pristine beaches with luxurious resorts. Ideal for couples seeking a picturesque and romantic venue, the area provides various all-inclusive packages, ensuring a seamless celebration. Resort Brides facilitates planning by connecting you with top resorts that cater to personalized ceremonies, making your dream wedding a reality.

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Cancun Mexico Wedding Abby & Colton Highlight Trailer

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Tulum Destination Weddings in Mexico USA

Tulum, a picturesque paradise located on the Caribbean coastline of Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula, has emerged as one of the most sought-after destinations for weddings. Its pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and ancient Mayan ruins provide a breathtaking backdrop for couples seeking a romantic and unforgettable wedding experience.

A Tulum destination wedding offers couples the opportunity to exchange vows in a setting that is both exotic and enchanting. Imagine walking down the aisle with the soft white sand beneath your feet, the gentle ocean breeze in your hair, and the sound of waves crashing in the background. Tulum's natural beauty creates a magical ambiance that is simply unparalleled.

One of the most appealing aspects of a Tulum wedding is the variety of venues available. From luxurious beachfront resorts to intimate boutique hotels and rustic eco-chic villas, Tulum offers a range of options to suit every couple's style and budget. Whether you envision a barefoot beach ceremony, a lavish reception under the stars, or a bohemian-chic affair in the jungle, Tulum has the perfect venue to bring your vision to life.

In addition to its stunning natural beauty and diverse venue options, Tulum is also known for its rich culture and history. Couples and their guests can explore ancient Mayan ruins such as the Tulum Ruins, which overlook the Caribbean Sea and provide a stunning backdrop for wedding photos. The town of Tulum itself is also steeped in history, with charming cobblestone streets, colorful colonial buildings, and a vibrant arts and culture scene.

Another reason why Tulum is a popular choice for destination weddings is its world-class amenities and services. Couples can expect top-notch hospitality, delicious cuisine, and a wide range of activities and excursions to keep their guests entertained throughout their stay. Whether you're looking to relax on the beach, explore the jungle, or indulge in some pampering at a luxury spa, Tulum has something for everyone.

One of the key advantages of choosing Tulum for your destination wedding is the ease of planning. Many resorts and hotels in Tulum offer all-inclusive wedding packages that take care of every detail, from the ceremony setup to the reception dinner. This allows couples to relax and enjoy their special day without having to worry about the stress of planning a wedding from afar.

For couples looking to add a personal touch to their Tulum wedding, there are plenty of opportunities to incorporate local traditions and customs into their celebration. From traditional Mayan blessings to mariachi bands and local cuisine, Tulum offers a unique cultural experience that will make your wedding truly unforgettable.

In conclusion, a Tulum destination wedding offers couples the perfect blend of natural beauty, cultural richness, and luxury amenities. Whether you're dreaming of a romantic beach ceremony, a stylish jungle celebration, or an intimate gathering with your closest friends and family, Tulum has everything you need to create the wedding of your dreams. Say "I do" in paradise and start your happily ever after in Tulum.

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Luxury Wedding in Riviera Maya

The Riviera Maya in Mexico is a stunning destination for a luxury wedding. With its beautiful beaches, lush jungle, and rich culture, it's no surprise that the Riviera Maya is a popular wedding destination for couples from all over the world. Here is a guide to planning a luxury wedding in Riviera Maya:

Venue:

The Riviera Maya has a variety of beautiful venues to choose from for a luxury wedding. One of the most popular options is a beachfront resort. These resorts offer stunning views of the Caribbean Sea and can accommodate both large and small weddings. Some of the top resorts include the Grand Velas Riviera Maya and the Rosewood Mayakoba.

For a unique experience, couples can also consider renting a private villa. The Riviera Maya is home to many luxurious villas that offer stunning ocean views and privacy. Some of the most beautiful villas include Casa del Agua and Casa San Francisco.

Catering:

Mexico is known for its delicious cuisine, and the Riviera Maya is no exception. Couples can incorporate traditional Mexican dishes into their wedding menu, such as ceviche and tacos al pastor. For a more formal dining experience, couples can also consider a gourmet menu that features locally sourced ingredients.

Entertainment:

The Riviera Maya is home to a vibrant nightlife scene, and there are plenty of options for entertainment at a luxury wedding. Couples can hire a live band or DJ to keep the party going all night long. For a more cultural experience, couples can also consider a traditional Mayan dance performance.

Activities:

The Riviera Maya offers a variety of activities for guests to enjoy during their stay. Couples can organize group excursions to explore the local Mayan ruins, snorkel in the crystal-clear waters, or take a sunset sail on a catamaran. For a more relaxing experience, guests can also enjoy a day at the spa or a round of golf at one of the area's many world-class golf courses.

Conclusion:

The Riviera Maya is the perfect location for couples who want to celebrate their love in a luxurious and unforgettable way. From stunning venues to delicious cuisine and endless entertainment options, the Riviera Maya has everything a couple could want for their big day. With its beautiful beaches and rich culture, the Riviera Maya is sure to provide a memorable wedding experience for both the couple and their guests.

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Best Destination Wedding Photographer: The Thing You Want To Know

Destination wedding photographers can represent the moment of truth on a couple's wedding day. With their creative eye and years of experience, they can bring life to your photos that you might very well never have imagined.

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Sense and Sensibility: Prologue

➥ Synopsis: You reminisce about the summer of 2006, the time you were stranded in Santa Barbara with no company but your friend's stepfather, and the secret affair that had blossomed in the absence of the friend who had invited you to visit.

⇁ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader (ft. Taehyung)

⇁ Genre: Drama, Angst, Smut, Age Gap!AU

⇁ 3.5k

⇁ Author's Note: this is finally done!! i've been working on this for a year and the prologue is finally done TT this work has seen me move six times before i was finally able to post it! i'm so excited! i hope you enjoy my blood, sweat, and tears and the 'call me by your name' influence left imprinted on me after finishing the novel - i am so happy that i could hug each one of you !!! ♡♡♡

“Well then.” The curt words, the bored sigh that came beforehand, the attitude.

You’d never heard someone use “well then” to say goodbye before. That’s what he’d told you on the day you met him, as he placed the one dented suitcase you’d brought before Maya’s bedroom door; a long, loud step back, bare foot slapping against the terracotta parquet. Then he disappeared down the high-ceiling hall, behind a potted palm, lustrous floor spidery with his own lanky, distorted shadow.

It is the first thing you remember about him, and you can still hear it today, “well then,” just the thought of it transporting you back to Santa Barbara, last summer, stepping out of the train to see him before the station, tan pillars rowed with arches and a flat, clay roof, colossal palm trees and the unclouded sky; and he, a stranger, with his billowy blue shirt, wide-open collar, opaque blazer limp on his arm, skin everywhere. Suddenly he’s shaking your hand, taking your suitcase, telling you Maya is staying a few days longer in Los Angeles with her aunt.

It may have started right there and then: the shirt, the rolled-up sleeves, aviator sunglasses gliding down his nose as he looked at a passing salaryman, palm up for a greeting.

The occurrence was a startling and gnarly one, and most of the ride to Riviera you remember by being terribly stiff and silent, perplexed whether you looked to the cigarette hung from his mouth or the soaring hillside through the window—the vistas of white stucco walls nestled in the mountains becoming closer and more tangible the farther you climbed up the twisty roads. 

Stepfather you had known from the stories, the college friend who’d invited you there in another city: a strained scenario no matter which way you’d want to twist it.

You were a bit uncomfortable, after the diatribes you’d heard, having to do with his conceit and bestial cruelty toward Maya, and you were mad at her too for being too lazy to ring you and set you to arrive a few days after. You wondered, as the breeze mussed your hair and you squirmed on the burning seat, if you would even withstand those six long weeks you had promised her.

It was impossible in the first days you didn’t scorn and fear the stepfather a little bit, even as he drifted in and out of the house like a shadow, unobtrusive, remote from it for most of the day. Images conjured by Maya’s tales came alive every time you were in the same room as him, the first of many a tableau of him at the breakfast table: robed in velour, morning paper in hand, whipping you with a stare over the rim of his spectacles as soon as you stepped over the kitchen threshold.

Everything was similar to how you’d imagined it, the hostile air and white mug from Saks he began using after smashing his favorite in an argument they had, but instead of the silvery codger in your fantasies, senile and swivel-eyed, he was a man who couldn’t have been past thirty, slight in the face and alabaster skin stretched taut over his jaw and clavicle. Only at glimpses did it catch the golden Californian tan: a bit on his cheeks and forehead, over his jutting metacarpals and lithe fingers, on one of them a pale hoop you sometimes saw when his wedding ring slipped.

Looking back at that morning, the first breakfast you ate at his house and by far the most miserable, the worries plaguing you were vague and paranoid ones, spiraling like tentacles into the abysmal nothing. You remember eyeing the coffee he’d brewed to you, too afraid to ask where they kept sugar, and feeling like you’d made a terrible mistake when the jam slipped off your toast and made an ugly, crimson splotch on the china. When he’d apologized for not having a proper breakfast ready, “I don’t eat it myself, you see,” impersonal and hidden behind the text-condensed pages of The Wall Street Journal, your reassurance came much too quick and petrified, bubbling out of your mouth through a slew of unchewed bread.

Maya had made him out to be a brute, a tetchy old man; it was wise for you to be wary. For the whole meal, you thought of the broken mug, pitying Maya for having to call such a man her father.

Your spoon kept clanking against the plate. He put his mug in the exact same spot each time. Your legs touched once before he stood up and put his mug in the sink. Before he’d left for work, he told you smoking wasn’t allowed in the house, and he said it absently, looking at his watch, one foot already out the door.

Memories of the first time being alone in the hacienda are now murky, muddled with the sludge and sloth of forthcoming events, but the awe you felt exploring remains fresh. It was hard to believe you were in California, with the wood beams for a ceiling, endless archways for doors, the lord-like coastal view from the living room window.

Without having anything better to do, you meandered for most of the day, stopping to admire every painting hung on the white walls until an old Baroque piece beside the garden archway startled you. It was a Diego Velázquez, the portrait of little prince Baltasar on a horseback, and you knew selling your kidney wouldn’t have made you nearly enough to buy it.

“It’s a fake,” he had told you one morning, later, as he watched you gape at it from the patio. “But a good one. Even the slightest detail on the clouds are identical.”

“Have you ever seen the real one up close?” you asked as you studied the details on the plump horse, the billowing military sash wrapped around the boy’s chest.

“I have.” He was stubbing a cigarette, sinking into the embroidered pillows of the velvet-upholstered sofa. “It’s displayed in Prado.” 

But you had already known that.

As it happened, he’d caught you on the patio, on the same sofa, when he came home that first day, curled up with a book you had stolen from his study, a cigarette in his mouth and tie so loose it bent clumsily to the side. He was much too sluggish for your apologetic fervor to faze him. “It’s alright,” he said and sat across from you in a wicker chair, dumping his blazer over the arm. “You must be bored.”

It may have even started then, with the way he lit his cigarette: good, bared forearms on his spread knees; eyebrows rumpled and smoke curling out his mouth.

“Have you called Maria?” he said after a time, and looked at you over the eyebrow.

“No,” you were stuttering, not having expected he would talk to you, “my phone has no credit.”

He dug into his pocket and fished out a cellphone, typing away on it as he blew smoke to the side. Afternoon sun streamed directly into his face, in such a strong light most people looked washed out, but his surly, angular features lit up with the warmth of near sun-down until it was a shock to look at him. He had leaned into the shadow of hacienda’s roof before you finished admiring him, eyes squinted as he handed you the phone with Maya’s contact on it.

“I’m sure you have a few things to talk about,” he’d told you and stubbed out his cigarette, and then he told you to ask if you ever needed the phone and, if he wasn’t there, to take the landline one in the hall, and with that he went into the house, not to be seen again until dinner. Even through the haze you can recall his curt murmur as he passed the prince Baltasar, “Well then.” 

Prior to the first weekend in Riviera, the pictures arranged in your mind seem disjointed and hazy, but it is on that first Sunday when they come into razor sharp focus and he morphs from a discreet, eldritch figure floating through the hallways into a creature of flesh and blood, a real person with a beating heart. You too appear as somewhat of a stranger in these memories: gauche and oddly elusive because of all the anguish of being stranded in a foreign state and the chilling stories Maya had bashed into your head for the past year. It had taken you days to look him in the eye and speak without odd, wary pauses; and now all those times you had ducked into a room at the sound of his footsteps only embarrass you, especially because you now realize, long after the fact, that your attempts to evade him were far from discreet. 

Maya’s stepfather didn’t appear to be the monster she had led you to believe, and only after the six weeks together and the long time after you parted, which you spent scrutinizing and obsessing over him, did you realize he too must have been frightened and bewildered, waiting for you to make the first move with hands folded on his lap, politely as a maiden aunt. You were an intruder in his house, a strange girl who seemingly had her mouth sewn and fell into long spells of staring directly at him. You were every bit of an anomaly to him as he was to you; an alien who was all of a sudden curling up on his patio and leaving breadcrumbs on his table in the mornings; a complete disruption. And still he had made every effort to host you until Maya came, despite not wielding any responsibility towards you. 

After that first morning, the refrigerator had become plump with breakfast options and a warm pastry awaited you by the bread box after his early cigarette trips to the store, and it was often he recommended books, asked if you needed to use his phone, or otherwise apologized for Maya’s absence—something even she failed to do once you managed to get a hold of her. But all this he did with such a sour face, spoke in such an enervated monotone, that you were certain he only saw a huge bother in you. It was that first Saturday when this fear began to gradually dispel. 

You had never realized, of course, that the hacienda would not be completely desolate on the weekends. You remember now, looking back, how on that first Saturday morning he was up and writing letters, not in his usual uniform but a pair of swimming trunks and a robe coming undone at the waist, and when you got downstairs, he was nearly finished and placing them into thick, cream-colored envelopes, a cigarette hanging at the corner of his mouth. 

He swiftly plucked it upon noticing you in the doorway. “Don’t mind me,” he said; “this place should air out fine in a minute with all the windows this room has. Not that you should smoke inside just because you saw me doing it. The coffee and the hot dishes are on the sideboard, feel free to help yourself.” You said something about not minding the smoke, how all right with all of it you were, but he did not listen, he was looking down at a letter, frowning at something. 

He didn’t seem to notice you, in fact, even when you sat across from him at the table, a little overawed at the brilliance of the breakfast presented to you: dishes of poached eggs, of bacon, and another of sausages and fried bread. There was tea in a grand porcelain tureen, and coffee, piping hot, in a similarly wonderful urn with two huntsmen in acryl, chasing after a deer. A cluster of grapes dangled from the dessert stand, surrounded by a ridiculous diversity of fruits—guavas and figs and pomegranate slices—but the tower paled in comparison to the one beside it, adorned from top to bottom with various cakes. It didn’t seem possible that he could prepare all of this by himself, and his disregard for the feast was perplexing. From the entire table he had taken only a cup of coffee for himself. And, it seemed, some grapes. The twigs lay barren on the saucer by his hand. 

���Is today a celebration of some kind?” you said, unmoving at first, wary of bad manners. You didn’t know how hungry you were before you sat down. 

But, “No,” he replied simply, unsheathing his pen. “It’s just a Saturday.” 

It was strange to you to think that Maya, who back in Portland shared a dorm with you and bathed in communal showers, should sit down in her home on the hillside of American Riviera to a breakfast like this one, day after day, for her whole life probably, and find nothing absurd about it, nothing wasteful. You couldn’t fathom why she would enroll into a public university at all when she was accustomed to such banquets, but you now understood why she sometimes scrunched her nose at supermarkets and people dressed in secondhand, and were a little bit flurried. 

You noticed he poured himself more coffee. You took a slice of ham. And you were afraid to wonder what would happen to all the rest, all that meat and fruits and the chocolate gateau, and the tea once it went cold. There were no menials in the house, no one to wait for the gift of breakfast other than the dustbins. 

“Why even try to argue with a woman of such a feeble mind,” he said suddenly after a time, during which he wrote furiously, the paper all a sharp, messy hand. He set down his reading glasses, not looking you in the eye. He waited for you to raise your head. “It seems Maria is coming next Sunday, after all. She banged up her phone and lost her train ticket. Her aunt will drive her back here, and she’s not free until the weekend.” 

The announcement startled you. “On Sunday?”

“If Maria’s aunt is to be trusted—and she’s not. I don’t understand why everything has to become so complicated.” He got up from his chair and lit a cigarette. “I’m sorry about this, I really am. You’ll have to make do for another week even though it’s uncomfortable.”

“It’s all right,” you said, sounding quite small. Suddenly your appetite was lost. 

“I mean this very seriously.” He was looking out the window, into the courtyard and pool, at the indolent rose bushes swaying slightly in the wind. His robe was open now as he leaned on the windowsill. “She’s being extremely irresponsible, I can’t begin to imagine why she left you here all alone.”

“It’s all right,” you repeated. “Did she leave some sort of message for me maybe?”

He shook his head, a cigarette upon his lips. “If she did, her aunt omitted it.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment. 

 “So, what are you going to do?”

“Pardon?” Finally, you put down the heavy silverware. 

“Are you going to wait for her until she comes?”

The question boggled you. Did he want you out of the house? But it would be a long way back to Oregon, and you had barely caught a glimpse of California. “If I’m not a burden on you,” you said, spineless. 

He said nothing before coming to the table to put out his cigarette, the robe fluttering behind him. “Understood.” He took his papers, the conversation having seemingly left him sour. “Enjoy your meal.” Then he strode out into the hall, leaving you in the thick silence of the kitchen, alone among the plates of meat and dessert stands. 

You tried not to be too curious, and after abandoning breakfast amused yourself with plans of taking a long walk to the East Beach, or reading, or even having a drink in West Mesa, on the terrace of a cafe with a good look at the ocean. It wasn’t until you were coming up to the bedroom to get dressed, sometime before noon, that you glanced through the window and realized he hadn’t left for work still. 

Instead he lounged in the courtyard, along the edge of the pool, with his eyes closed and his back turned to you, and it startled you, what broad shoulders he had, the bare and wet skin, the slight quiver of muscles as he rested on both elbows, foot gently caressing the pool-water. For a moment he held it there, on the surface, unmoving, only to let it fall limp with a splash. Hair was sticking to his face; his swimming trunks clinging to the skin. Beside him lay his robe and his cigarette packet, as well as an empty glass, all scattered, and he seemed to care very little about the mess, instead tranquil, dreaming, slowly swaying backward as he soaked in the sun. He was a different person to the man writing letters in the morning. 

For the first time it had struck you how handsome he was, and although you may have known this before, you were too afraid to think it. It would have been far more noticeable had his posture been less stiff or his gaze, behind the glasses, less shrewd. He looked almost young now as he stretched across the cantilever deck, younger than he already was, lingering for another moment before he dove into the water. There was a splash, a ripple. It all seemed very beautiful to you, how it danced and glittered in the sunlight. 

You caught yourself by the window, peering at him from behind the curtains, and were promptly humiliated. You drew the curtains, the skin on your neck hot, and the back of your ears, and you didn’t know what to do with your hands or your feet or your reflection in the wardrobe mirror, prancing around half-undressed and with a wire poking out of your brassiere. You thought about how he could’ve looked up and caught you: the unwelcome guest, spying on him in nothing but her underwear. And what shabby underwear it was! You unhooked it the same moment and threw it in your suitcase, still burning. 

The impression of looking battered was stuck on you even as you picked out your least worn swimsuit and a dress to go with it, which prior to coming here seemed rather Californian to you. Now it looked childish, too flowy, like a little girl’s dress. What did it matter if you looked silly? You didn’t know but you feared it, and as you twirled around and picked at the threadbare stitching, you only thought of how flustering it would be for him to notice the cheapness of the material, the slightly frayed hemline with a thread sticking out from beneath. Maya would have made fun of the dress, if she were here to see it. The thought alone made you swear not to wear it around her, perhaps never wear it again at all, and instead you dressed in a shirt and shorts, both fitting loose and boyish; they made you look plain but they at least didn’t make you look stupid. 

You had just been packing your beach bag when a knock came at the door; it was him, changed out of his swimming attire and a towel on his neck. “Going somewhere?” he asked after a brief gust of silence, in which you stood there, staring stupidly at his face, and it wasn’t until he had spoken that you became aware, with a rush of color to your face, that you had blundered irrevocably in thinking he had come to reproach you, had noticed your watching him. You had made a fool of yourself looking so scared.

“Yes,” you said, stammering, your words tumbling over each other. “Yes, I’m going to the beach.”

“That’s nice,” he said; and he knew, you thought, he guessed you had done something wrong and inappropriate in his house, or in the very least finally pegged you as an odd person. It was in his eyes, the gentle, perhaps slightly pitiful scrutiny. “One of my nephews phoned me earlier. He and my sister will be coming for lunch and he asked for some sort of bracelet he borrowed to Maria. I thought to ask you to look for it, but it seems like you’ll miss them.”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” You were overly relieved, overly eager. “I’ll look for it. It’s no problem.” 

 “You don’t have to inconvenience yourself, it was my mistake to bother you,” he said, his voice even. “Go to the beach.” 

“I have the whole day, it’s really no problem.” You were already pushing the door into a close. 

He put his hand on it. “It would be easier to find, I think,” he said, reaching into his pocket for a photograph, “if you knew what it looked like.” 

There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, fingers grazing your as he handed it over. And you knew that, by then, it had already begun.

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Pascal! Welcome Back from your trip! Glad you had a great time. Is it too personal to hear some details of your travels? I can’t afford to have any sort of vacation right now, so I would love to “live vicariously” through your little experience if you wouldn’t mind sharing since I know you also love traveling.

Also, let me be clear… I’m on the same page as you ladies with Alba: I do not like her. However, is it weird that I feel bad for her? Like I have no idea what’s going on from the inside or what she’s got going on & such. But I couldn’t deal with all the harassment she’s dealing with from strangers on a regular basis, especially at her age. Just for marrying some guy. Like it’s honestly insane.

Sure! I will say it’s kind of a boring story because we just kind of stuck to the resort and relaxed a bit. If you’re ever looking to travel, check out the apple vacations website because we were able to find some great deals on there! There were some excursions we considered doing but ultimately didn’t because the trip was so short. I would have liked to see Chichen Itza, other ruins in Tulum, and explore cenotes around the area but we decided we just wanted to relax. I do want to go back to Mexico one day when we have a bit more time to see those things as well as explore more of the history and culture of country itself because I feel like there’s so much to see and do. We planned our trip literally 3 weeks before we left, so had I had more time to look into things, I maybe would have stayed somewhere else closer to some of the excursions we were interested in so we wouldn’t have lost too much time traveling.

We stayed in Riviera Maya and the resort was actually very nice. It was perfect for exactly what we did which was stay on property for the long weekend and just enjoy what the resort had to offer. We had gorgeous weather the entire time. We mostly soaked up the sun at the pool and on the beach and it was great. As much as I wanted to run around seeing things, it was nice to just kick back and relax. Our resort was right next to a marina so we were able to walk around and check out some shops and have dinner at a restaurant right on the ocean. I love a good water view. Saturday I tequila-ed a little too close to the sun both literally and figuratively. 😂 If someone offers you a Paloma or margarita with a Tajin rim instead of salt, do it! It’s so worth it! The next day was a tad rough, but we enjoyed some massages at the spa before heading back to the pool. It made my summer lover heart happy. Then it was back home to the cold and snow 😭 I didn’t take too many pictures, but I can share the view from our room which overlooked the pool and ocean as well as their pavilion that they use for weddings and other fun guest activities 🦎

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Caribbean and Mexico Destination Weddings Made Easy with WeddingPlan360

Dreaming of a destination wedding in paradise? The allure of saying “I do” on a pristine beach with turquoise waters and breathtaking sunsets makes the Caribbean and Mexico top choices for couples worldwide. With WeddingPlan360, you can turn this dream into reality—effortlessly.

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Mexico Destination Wedding

Planning a destination wedding can be a dream come true, and Mexico is incredible in terms of beauty, culture, and convenience. There are pristine beaches, historic towns, and lots more for couples wanting to tie the knot uniquely and make it memorable.

Why You Should Host Your Destination Wedding in Mexico?

Stunning Locations

You are guaranteed of breathtaking sceneries, depending on what you fancy: the clear blue waters of Cancun, Puerto Vallarta's romantic appeal, or the cultural richness of San Miguel de Allende.

Easy Access

Mexico international airports offer easy access via many direct flights from key cities globally. This saves both you and your guests much hassle on arrival.

Cost-Efficient Options

Mexico has packages that range in any budget you might be in. From luxurious resorts to boutique venues, you're sure to find something that will be right for your budget and vision.

You can infuse Mexican culture into your wedding with the inclusion of local food, mariachi bands, or even with traditional ceremonies. This would make the experience a totally unique one for your guests.

Top Destination Pick in Mexico

Cancun and Riviera Maya

Known for idyllic beaches and all-inclusive resorts, these regions offer an ideal Cancun destination wedding for couples who desire a seaside ceremony. Many of the resorts offer all-encompassing wedding packages, as well as professional planning services.

Cabo San Lucas

Situated on the Baja Peninsula, Cabo destination wedding offers stunning vistas, luxury resorts, and the iconic El Arco rock formation. It's an excellent choice for sophistication and natural beauty.

Puerto Vallarta

This Pacific coast beauty combines cobblestone roads, lush mountains, and pretty beaches. Puerto Vallarta is an excellent town to experience romantic, authentic Mexico.

San Miguel de Allende

For those looking for colonial heritage, this city has the attributes that make a destination so worthwhile. Its brightly colored roads and historic structures evoke this mystical atmosphere.

Tulum

Tulum's eco-chic vibe is ideal for couples seeking a bohemian-style wedding. With its white sand beaches and Mayan ruins, it's both trendy and timeless.

Tips for Planning Your Mexican Destination Wedding

Work with a Local Planner: Hiring a local wedding planner familiar with the area ensures smooth coordination and access to trusted vendors.

Consider the Season: This would be the dry season, ideal for outdoor weddings, though summer months might bring in more humidity and rain.

Local Flavors: Share traditional Mexican food with your guests, such as tacos, tamales, and margaritas, for a truly authentic experience.

Travel Information: Assist your guests in planning their trip with information on accommodations, transportation, and local attractions.

Make Your Wedding a Vacation to Remember

Mexico destination wedding is not just a ceremony, it's an experience. You and your guests can have pre-wedding activities like snorkeling, visiting ancient ruins, or just resting at a spa. Post-wedding, many couples stay for a built-in honeymoon.

With its mix of stunning landscapes, rich culture, and top-notch hospitality, Mexico is a destination that promises to make your wedding truly unforgettable.

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