Monday, May 17th, 2010
Hello paradise. Why oh why oh why do I live in Washington DC. Everyone says, “you can be a writer from anywhere!” I think it is high time that I became one in Mexico, on the beach, at the St. Regis. This morning, all the journalists flew from Mexico City to Punta Mita, home of all the swanky hotels in town. We passed the Four Seasons, the Ritz is being built, and all these celebs, like Travolta, have a house here. The St. Regis is sprawling. It’s like it’s own little village complete with views that will make you hyperventilate and send in your resignation.
Tonight, after a lunch of everything good ever made in Mexico, I baked myself by the pool and read not one but two issues of Martha Stewart Living. It was so liberating. And tonight, after dinner, the staff brought out the telescope and I was able to see the moon, complete with craters, and the glowing balll that is the planet Venus. I actually screamed out loud when I saw the craters on the moon. Yes, I had three margaritas in me, but I kind of felt like an astronaut.
The other journalists, mostly from luxury magazines on the west coast, are fantastic. We have had a blast downing really expensive tequila and absorbing all we can about this little slice of paradise. I never want to leave!!
The view from the main building of the St. Regis Punta Mita. It is paradise here!
Swanky suits with ocean front views. Okay, my room is not quite this big, but it's still gorgeous!
Saturday, May 15th, 2010
I am writing this from my suite on the 9th floor of the St. Regis Mexico City and I basically couldn’t be happier. I have already taken two baths and eaten the entire fruit plate and box of truffles they left in my room. The fact that I am here on someone else’s dime (god bless press trips) makes it even better! Work has been on the suckalicious side lately, so Kelly and I both decided to get away from it all. She is in the Bahamas writing about wedding destinations (there’s even a fake bachelorette party!) and I’m in Mexico City and then Punta Mita to write about the St. Regis hotel. So far I can say, it’s fantastic. And my view of the city complete with mountains and volcanoes is pretty amazing. Not to mention the white gloved butler that they have for me on call. Sure, I don’t really need anything, but it’s nice to know she is there just in case I have a yen for something ridiculous.
As I haven’t done much yet but go to the pool, bathe, and gorge myself, so far the highlight of my trip, besides just relaxing, was the flight. I love flying. Looove. I went through a small phase in college where it scared the bejesus out of me, but I forced myself to love it again, and I am now more in awe of it than ever. The fact that you are in the sky with no internet or phone access is amazing. I have never been more productive in my life than on this flight from Dallas to Mexico City. After fighting the urge to buy Craig an entire Dallas Cowboys football uniform complete with helmet, I boarded the plane and worked on the never ending book I’m writing and even started a children’s book. What! I haven’t been this efficient in roughly six months.I kind of feel like the folks that really produce from jail because there is nothing else to do.
American Airlines always feels a bit like home to me. I used to spend soooo much time hauling between Tokyo and Washington on AA and Belgium and Washington as a child, that they really feel like my neighborhood airline. Next time I have writer’s block, I’ll just head for the friendly skies. An expensive yet effective method. Now off to dinner and tequila!
- My room at the St. Regis. I may never leave.
While doing a little American Airlines research I discovered that this was one of the first planes they flew. My dream is to have those goggles and that leather swim cap thing on. Bring this back American!