"Are you two newlyweds?" We were asked time and time again.

At what point did we STOP being newlyweds? Frolicking in the sun and sand and sea air. Splashing around like teenagers in love, childish and no-holds-barred. It doesn't seem possible that it's been almost a year or that somehow somewhere we may not be "newly married" anymore...

Bikinis and bare skin, exposed in the sun, weeding out feelings of responsibility and normal.

In a place where nothing is the same as what we have always known, it’s easy to remember who we are.

It drives home the point that “newlywed” is simply a state of mind. A state of mind that, while we sip our beers and tan our skins and revel in Mexico, we have mastered.

After a morning in the heat and humidity of the Tulum ruins, we escaped the afternoon with cocktails and spicy-but-not-hot (though I asked) Thai food at
Mezzanine, a chic hotel that specializes in lounge music, margaritas and fancy dress.
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