I had to do it. Winter hadn’t even started yet -it still hasn’t!- and there I was on a plane heading off somewhere to warm my bones. Waters clearer than I could ever imagine. Powdery white sand. And fresh coconut water to quench my thirst. Like most that ended up here, I longed for a space insinde my own mind. The emptiness between parentheses. To read four books in 7 days and taste saltwater on my lips. Cayo Santa María in Cuba was the perfect escape. An island, tucked away from the rowdy crowds and teenage partygoers. I subsisted on a steady diet of tropical fruits that never taste quite as good back home. I was blessed with the loveliest of travel companions, Leila of Unikati & Co. and while it may have seemed to the outside world that we talked non-stop, we actually absorbed our surroundings most of the time.
After many years of travel I have a theory: that wherever you go, even to the most hidden corner of this earth, you will meet likeminded folks. And so I was not the least surprised to end up sharing a beach, and a crazy amount of things and people in common, with Seema of This Must Be The Place. It was her little son Omi that did it: dancing on a stage, smiling at me as I passed by. Who ever could resist a boy that can dance? Certainly not I. And so one day flowed into the next, we sipped some more coconut water, read a few more pages. And since I love what I do so much I really couldn’t help it, and so we ended up with an impromptu family beach photoshoot. What a perfect way to spend a week.