All I can say about our resort was that it was what I imagine stepping into a magazine picture would be like. We had free range of multiple restaurants, and all the pina coladas and chi-chis we could ever want. The beach was flawless and amazingly un-crowded. The resort was at the tip of the island, right next to the Isla Mujeres flea market (one of my favorite stops much to Garrett's dismay) and a short walk to- well- pretty much the whole island. It was only 5 miles around after all. We rented a little golf cart and had the time of our lives.
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| We just found this guy walking around one of the little shops. |
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| Outside Garrafon |
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| Right outside of the South Point art museum. |
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| My favorite beach we found (because of the shells). Best part: not commercial! |
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| We bought a big spoon from this guy. |
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| Our beach view. |
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| I ate waaaay too many of these. |
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 We played in the beach. A lot. |
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