I’ve finally gotten wise to the benefits of traveling with a partner. When packing for a last-minute getaway to the seaside last week I ransacked M’s wardrobe while also showing never-before-seen restraint: 1 man’s tee shirt and 1 crisp button-down white shirt (dutifully passed between us), added to 1 pair of shorts & romper from my own closet; a bikini set, sandals, and a gigantic floppy hat (for obvious reasons) which were somehow stuffed into a single duffle. All we had to do was strap on our camera bags and we’re off; traveling lighter than I ever thought possible and breezing on and off planes with no trouble. This plan may only work when going somewhere beachy, and as it happens our destination of Yelapa is a tiny Mexican town that can only be accessed via water taxi out of sunny Puerto Vallarta. That’s pretty much what sold me from the get-go, although it helped that a friend researched all the details for me and even found great steals for off-season plane flights. I love tagging along with other folks who have done all the travel homework for me; all I have to do is say ‘yes’ and the next thing I know I’m winding through narrow, cobble-stoned streets; passing by horses, perros and parrots; drinking margaritas on the sand and soaking in the color color everywhere.
The isolation of this very much off the beaten track town called to our spirit of adventure, but bare in mind that this is a rustic place to travel to. The best time to visit Yelapa is October through May — we were just after tail end of the season (thus the cheap flights) and it was pretty hot and humid. That being said — once you’ve reached this peaceful, pretty spot make sure you eat seafood tacos of all varieties on soft, hand-made, blue corn tortillas at Taqueria los Abuelos; order the best margaritas from Tres Amigos (the food is top notch as well), and stay in a cosy Mira Mar home away from home. Fernando and Kendra are the sweetest hosts who worked really hard to make sure my friends and I were comfortable and happy. When we arrived Fernando led us on the short walk from the jetty, pausing at the grocery store so we could stalk up our kitchen, and then making us our first margarita while we unpacked and took in the sights. Later we joined the hosts up on the roof where he whipped up ceviche from conch muscles harvested that day while we watched the sun set over the ocean.
Has anyone else explored this secret little spot in Mexico? Are you going anywhere beachy or tropical this summer? Share your story in the comments, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or connect with me on instagram to stay in touch. I’m on my way back to SF but am already dreaming of the next adventure. I haven’t mentioned lately but in case anyone was wondering — unless stated all photo credits belong to me and my partner M. You can Connect with us over at Ritual Photowork if you interested in hiring our cameras, or email us at email@example.com.
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