I K N O W H O W T H I S L O O K S . Empty cocktail
glasses are sitting in front of me next to plates of half-eaten tacos, the
crumbs of which have fallen into the crevices of my keyboard. My
muscles are sore from a morning yoga session, but the warmth of the
aernoon sun is melting my pain away as I lounge by the pool. From
afar, I'm having what seems to be the best solo vacation ever. But deep
down, it's another day at the office. One where I get to dig my toes into
the sand and there's such a thing as a midday margarita break, or did I
make that up? I'm at the W Punta de Mita in Mexico where the theme
is work hard, play hard and their "Detox. Retox. Repeat" mantra is
one I found myself giving into, albeit too easily.
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