‘#TBH’ has become of the many, many ridiculous and unnecessary inside jokes from our recent trip to the Mayan Riviera. This was the first time my family and I decided to “fly south” for the holidays, and I think its safe to say that an instant tradition has been established. We jetted off early on Christmas morning, and spent the entire week soaking up the sun, enjoying endless margaritas, binging on snack bars, gyrating to outdated music at the disco, cycling down the coast, shopping for overpriced souvenirs, spending time with everyone I love so dearly, and concluded with a white party on the beach to celebrate NYE, complete with dancers and fireworks (more on that later). I can not WAIT to return to the All-Inclusive life and do a lot of absolutely nothing. It was truly splendid.
