This is a story of a table on the beach, a table at Zamas.
There was a bottle of wine between us...
... and a candle.
And we looked out on to the beach, an ebb and a flow.
This is a story of four feet in the sand, little toes making little divots, leaving little tracks.
And we sat and we laughed and we ate...... and we watched the sun go down on our last night in Tulum.