We’ve officially wrapped up our first two weeks in Bucerías, Mexico—and aside from one frantic hiccup, it’s been exactly the kind of reset I was hoping for.

Let’s start with the drama: About 30 minutes ago, we got back to our apartment from the grocery store and realized I’d left my phone in the taxi. Cue panic. We grabbed another cab and raced back to the grocery where we’d been picked up, only to find out that our driver had picked up someone else and was now stuck in Puerto Vallarta’s rush-hour traffic—going the opposite direction. Of course. My phone is basically my camera and lifeline, so the idea of having to deal with Apple insurance and wait for a replacement was… less than thrilling. Thankfully, just as I was finishing this post, the driver returned with my phone. All is well in the world again. Faith in humanity: intact.

Aside from that chaotic moment, Bucerías has been a mixed but mostly beautiful experience. Admittedly, I wasn’t all that impressed on our first evening walk. We passed a few crumbling buildings, lots of trash, and got some distinct “developing country” vibes. But the next outing, we took a different route and stumbled upon charming cobblestone streets, vibrant homes, and colonial architecture that reminded me of St. Augustine. It’s clear the town is evolving—condos are going up everywhere—and it’ll be interesting to see what it becomes in the next few years.

We haven’t explored much—partly due to the heat (pale, bald gingers don’t thrive in 100+ degrees), and partly because we’re not in the market for souvenirs. Still, the small-town charm and splashes of color have made an impression.

We’ve also managed to mix in a little adventure. One night, we booked the Marigalante Pirate Ship experience in Puerto Vallarta—and while it may sound kitschy, it was a surprisingly entertaining evening. The show was high-energy and filled with humor, acrobatics, sword fights, and dancing—definitely more geared toward adults than kids. Dinner was fine (nothing to write home about), but the fireworks over the bay were a highlight, and our host made the whole night even more enjoyable. If you’re in the area and looking for something fun and theatrical, it’s worth checking out.

Another standout outing was a rooftop drag brunch that quickly became one of the highlights of our trip. Bottomless mimosas flowed freely, the queens were fierce, and the go-go boys? Let’s just say they were easy on the eyes. The energy was electric, the views of the city and ocean were incredible, and the atmosphere felt like a true celebration of Pride. In one unforgettable moment, Nick—never one to shy away from the spotlight—jumped up and replaced one of the go-go dancers mid-set. It was hysterical. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. There’s something magical about sipping bubbly in the sun, surrounded by joy, laughter, and community.

On the home front, I had a small but proud personal victory: I made homemade guacamole for the first time. Simple ingredients, nothing fancy—but it turned out delicious. There’s something satisfying about making something fresh with your own hands, especially when it pairs perfectly with poolside margaritas and chips.

One restaurant, in particular, deserves a shoutout: Karen’s Place. Founded by a woman from the U.S. who fell in love with this part of Mexico decades ago, it’s become a staple—and for good reason. Friendly staff, strong cocktails, and standout dishes like their Bruschetta Italiana and the unforgettable Chile en Nogada made the experience special. That dish—stuffed poblano peppers with pork, beef, fruit, and a walnut cream sauce—was a revelation. Like Mexican autumn on a plate. I will be going back.

Another night we dined at Adauto’s, where we sat literally five feet from the ocean. The waves crashing, birds calling, warm breeze—absolutely magical. The food was good, not great, but the setting made it a very memorable dinner.

Most days have been slow and peaceful—lounging by the pool, reading, scrolling, sipping drinks, and avoiding U.S. news whenever possible. This isn’t the space for politics, but if you know me, you know I’m relieved to be away right now. To those back home navigating tough times—stay strong. Stay aware. And protect the dolls.

We’ve been lucky to have family join us for most of our stay. Casey’s sister Brittney and her boyfriend Nick arrived the day after we did and stayed a week. Our highlight? A chaotic, laugh-until-you-cry game night playing Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza. It’s simple, silly, and with Nick’s epic sore-loser energy, absolutely hilarious. I have an entire album of him competing with Brittney for a title that technically doesn’t exist: “not last place.”

After they left, Casey’s brother Dustyn and his boyfriend Patrick flew in. Chill vibes continued—we had some great dinners, including our first visit to Karen’s Place, and used ResortPass to spend a day at Secrets Resort. Luxurious pools, endless food, and adult beverages in abundance (within reason). I had no idea ResortPass was a thing, but now I’m a fan.

Time is wonderfully slippery here. I woke up this morning thinking it was Sunday. Spoiler: it’s Monday. But honestly, that’s the goal. For the first time in my adult life, no one’s telling me where I have to be or when. I sleep when I want, work out when I feel like it, blog when inspiration hits, and lounge guilt-free. It’s the freedom I didn’t know I needed until I had it.

Speaking of working out—yes, I’ve been going to the gym nearly every day. I’m not measuring progress, but I feel better: more energy, less stress, and slowly, maybe, a little less soft around the middle. Casey’s about 5 years ahead of me in his fitness journey, so I’m just trying to catch up. Or at least not fall too far behind.

All in all, this sabbatical is shaping up exactly how I hoped it would. We’ve got two more weeks here—just the two of us—before the whirlwind of Europe begins. I plan to soak in every slow, sun-drenched, sweat-filled moment.

Until next time—Be Kind to One Another..

P.S. Thank you, Matt B., for encouraging me to blog even when life isn’t all adventure and adrenaline. Sometimes, the quiet moments are just as worth sharing.