Life on Isla Mujeres

As I dig through my files for recipes, I sometime come across ones that remind me of a certain place. I think of all the wonderful trips we have made into Mexico and I find myself drifting away, just long enough to wish I was there.

Yesterday's ceviche reminded me of one such trip. Early into the evening on the tiny island of Isla Mujeres, barefoot and sitting under a worn palapa, we gazed endlessly across the waters out toward a beautiful sunset. Here are a few pics that brings me wanting to plant my toes in its sand once more.

View of the water as the car ferry approaches island

Local child chaising birds along the beach

The view from top of our hotel

The near empty beach in front of hotel