Mexico Film Log
It’s been a month since I’ve gotten back from Mexico, but let me just tell you, Mexico was the trip of my dreams. It was the stepping stone to bigger and better things. My first big girl trip.
Originally when Maggie and I first started planning everything out, the only thing we had were a lot of hesitant yes’s from friends. And definitely no yacht company booked.
MUCH developed from those beginning phases.
Our first idea was to go to Bali, but seeing as a majority of us were broke college kids with mediocre jobs and crappy cars, that was a tad bit out of the starting budget. Instead, Maggie and I took to the driving force on this planet: PINTEREST.
And that’s when we figured it out: “What if we went to Tulum?”
We proceeded to find the cheapest flights possible from our favorite sketchy airline: VivaAerobus. Definitely the Mexican equivalent to Spirit airlines. But what’s adventure if there aren’t any potential life-threatening encounters?
So when we saw the price for these flights out of Tijuana from the most unreliable airline ever, we of course booked them immediately. 6 months later and we’re OUT THERE. Like I mean really, really out there. Never being in Mexico before, I had no idea what to expect. You mention Mexico, and parents all over America panic. But they seriously have no reason to.
It was beautiful. The wildlife, our Airbnb, the culture, ALL OF IT.
When I say that this trip was everything I wanted it to be and more, I mean that with every fiber of my being. And the fact that everything ran INCREDIBLY smoothly, was not something I expected either. I was fully prepared to get stranded in the jungle with some vicious cat monkeys. BUT, nothing of the sort! Everything felt like a dream; like an out of body experience for me. I had been itching for MONTHS to go somewhere, to get out of California, to see more of the world, and we actually pulled it off.
And the group that went, was the best group that could have possibly gone. We had last minute drop outs, and last minute hop ins, and despite all the chaos of, “WE’RE DOWN THREE PEOPLE IN ONE DAY WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?” I wouldn’t change who went, at all. And we didn’t even have to carefully sift through applicants on Tinder to fill the spots… and that was heavily considered for a minute.
I enjoyed the time spent with these people so much, that I forgot a majority of the time to get video footage of everything. Pictures, yes. But video footage, hardly any. And as much as I wish I had more videos of every single laugh or thrill or heat stroke, my brain is hardwired for Mexico mems now. No video needed.
Anywayssss, the point of this post was to actually flex my Mexico film! It’s seriously my favorite batch of film I’ve ever taken, and I’ve been dying to share with everyone.
Shameless self-promo for my film account @skysfilmpics !!!!
Okay, I hope you love these as much as I do!
From our first night in Mexico. Little did we know 10 minutes later a gecko would run into the couch cushions. And then a cockroach. Don’t get me started on the scorpion in the shower.
The sunrise expedition. We didn’t think we’d have to walk a gazillion miles to get there, but we did. And we missed the sunrise. But watching Parker try and get a coconut down from the tree was worth it.
Without a doubt one of the best feelings in my entire life. The water looked like blue gatorade. I swear I saw Cleo from H2O in the waves. It was insanely choppy, but that made this experience a million times better. It was like a ride. A very bumpy ride that I would go on again and again if the option was presented to me. Always say yes to the sketchy yacht companies. Especially when they whatsapp you about guac.
Take my word for it: this beach was unreal.
Christy and Parker lookin’ all couple-y and stuff and then there’s Brophie a straight up corpse in the background.
Aria and Sophie lookin’ all cute. And then there’s me who looks like I’m that fangirl middle schooler who just met her lifelong hero.
Living your best life is 10x better when you’re doing it on a private yacht in the Caribbean. I promise. Money back guarantee.
Probably the only photo we got together on this trip so it had to be included because ofc I had to show off my trophy bf.
Note: I had to double check what “trophy wife” actually meant before I made that joke, and Urban Dictionary said “Any one of Donald Trump’s previous wives.” I laughed and decided to keep it in. Because comparing Garrison to Marla Maples if funnier than my actual joke.
ONE OF MY FAV PICS! THE MEXICO CREW!!!!
Oh look at that. Another one of me and the girls. And Anthony!
Something about this Titanic photo isn’t quite right…?
The fact that we hugged each other for this photo makes me uncomfy. Best friends don’t touch, let alone hug! All kinds of wrong here!
You know what they say: best friends who jump off boats together, stay together!
Hands down one of my favorite pics I got back! Look at all my friends! So cute! So happy! Living it up! They own that yacht!
The faces of happiness over the fact that Christy didn’t die of heat stroke!
You already know Pinterest was our friend with this fun spot. I WOULD LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU MATCHA MAMA! THAT MANGO MATCHA SMOOTHIE WAS ELITE!
Can you tell they didn’t sleep at all on this trip?
Where we droppin’ boys?
Bye Hunty Bunty.
Garrison actually got this photo on his film camera, but LOOK AT THAT MONKEY? HIS NAME WAS JUSTIN BIEBER AND I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM AND I WOULD’VE STOLEN HIM IF I COULD.
Love these people, love this place, but REALLY loved this food.
Bye Tulum, I love you.