We’re at the airport lounge in Puerto Vallarta, sipping a morning cocktail and taking a moment to soak in just how special this past month in Mexico has been. It’s hard to put into words how deeply the experience touched us—but I’ll try.
Let’s start here: the people of Mexico are simply incredible. Kind, hardworking, joyful. There’s an ease and warmth in their smiles that makes you feel welcome from the moment you arrive. While we didn’t do many day trips, the few we did take allowed us to connect with the community in a meaningful way. Bucerías may not be a place we return to, but it will always hold a place in our hearts. This charming coastal town introduced us to some of the most beautiful souls we’ve ever met. Viva México.
One of our final adventures was to Sayulita—a colorful, laid-back beach town with boutique shops, vibrant energy, and beaches that sparkle under the sun. We browsed a few streets, picked up some breezy linen outfits (I found the cutest matching set, while Casey rocked his classic camo-and-solids combo), then settled into beach chairs with signature cocktails and nachos, watching surfers dance across the waves. Surfing feels like magic to me—equal parts bravery and beauty. s an added bonus, we were treated to the sight of a beautiful German Shepherd joyfully chasing the waves, always keeping his eyes on his human. He was such a good boi, and it absolutely made our day.
The last few days in Bucerías were quiet and grounding. We kept up our gym and pool routine, worked on a few projects, and mostly cooked at home—so no food pics this time, sorry! It’s been a restful end to our first leg, and now… things are about to shift.
The next few months will be anything but calm—in the best way possible. After a quick stop in Atlanta and a week with family in North Carolina, we’re off for a four-month European expedition. First stop: Iceland. And let me tell you, I am buzzing with anticipation. From nearly 20 hours of daylight to the surreal landscapes, Iceland has always been a dream destination. Casey booked us a day at the Blue Lagoon Retreat Spa, where I’ll be indulging in the full Blue Lagoon Ritual—cleansing for the body, soul, and mind. I’m more than ready.
We’ve got a lot to prepare before we cross the Atlantic, but for now, we’re soaking up every moment with our loved ones in NC. My next post will be from Iceland—or shortly after—but you can count on photos, stories, and reflections from the road.
To everyone cheering us on: thank you. Your encouragement has been felt with every step. This first month has been healing in ways I didn’t know I needed. And after 30 straight days of 24/7 togetherness, I can say with complete certainty—I’m on the right journey, with the right person.
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.
We just wrapped up the first two weeks of our sabbatical in Atlanta, and what a perfect way it was to ease into this new chapter. It was all about reconnecting—with family, with lifelong friends, and with the familiar comforts of home-cooked meals and belly laughs.
We kicked things off with a lovely dinner at Mezza Luna with my dad, Nina, and Granny. The food was fantastic, but it was the kind and supportive words from my parents that made the night truly memorable.
Sunday brought more joy—and more good food. We had dinner with my childhood best friend, Mary Kate, and her amazing boyfriend, Brandon. We joked that her mom (RIP Momma Cheryl) and my Granny would finally be happy knowing Mary Kate and “Brandon” ended up together. I’ve watched MaryKate grow into a fierce, brilliant, independent woman over the past 25+ years, and having her in my life continues to be one of my greatest blessings.
On Monday, I caught up with another high school friend, Michelle. Over an incredible Indian lunch, we talked about life, motherhood, family, and everything in between. She’s been through a lot over the years but remains unshaken—graceful, grounded, and strong. I admire the hell out of her.
Between all the meetups, we spent lots of time with Granny—and yes, she cooked. Her signature spaghetti and coleslaw combo sounds outrageous, I know, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. It’s nostalgic, comforting, and somehow perfect. Italians, look away.
Mom’s cat, Taz, is the epitome of an orange cat—sweet and snuggly one minute, a tiny chaotic menace the next. Classic Taz: part angel, part gremlin, all attitude.
Then came my sister, Katie. We ran errands, caught up on life, and devoured biscuits roughly the size of my head. I’m always reminded that while my family may not be the closest, they’re still my anchor. I’m proud to call her my sister.
On Tuesday, I finally made it to the Georgia Aquarium—something that somehow evaded me for 20 years despite dozens of visits to Atlanta. It was magical, especially sharing it with Ada and Cora, two of the kindest, smartest little girls I know.
Later that day, we visited the World of Coke. We flew through the exhibits but made time for the best part—sampling 60+ Coke products from around the world. FYI, there’s one from China that tastes exactly like barbecue sauce. Zero stars. Would not recommend.
Wednesday was all about quality time with my best friend Stephanie. Coffee turned into three hours of deep convos, shared memories, and some much-needed emotional detox. She’s one of those friends who just gets you—and time with her is always healing.
That night, Granny insisted on making ham sandwiches and potato salad—and let me tell you, this potato salad is life-changing. One bite and you’re ruined for all others.
And just like that, it’s Thursday. We were up at 5:45 a.m. and by afternoon, we were landing in beautiful Puerto Vallarta. We’re here for four glorious weeks of rest, sun, cocktails, family time, and yes, beach bumming. As a surprise bonus, we arrived just in time for the Puerto Vallarta Pride Festival! Drag shows, pool parties, love, acceptance, glitter—we’re all in.
It’s been a whirlwind three weeks since closing on the house, and now… I plan to be a total bum for the next four. Stay tuned—there’s a lot more On The Run ahead.
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