Melaque, Mexico: In Photos

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There is nothing quite like lazy days on a beach. To spend every hour of light outside--to be able to pay attention to how that light changes the color of things, and to feel it change even the color of your skin--is why people who live in the north go south for holiday. Thank you, Melaque, for your sand, your big and small waves, your mangos-on-sticks, the way everyone was looking up.

Location: San Patricio, Jal., Mexico

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  1. shoreacresApril 10, 2016 at 9:59 PM

    What a wonderful time you must have had! Obviously had. Who doesn't love a tropical beach in winter? The last photo's particularly pleasing. The colors are beautiful. And your little guy looks like he's having fun -- that's the best of all.

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 14, 2016 at 7:44 AM

      His reaction to the ocean was worth the cost of the plane tickets combined. What am I saying? It was worth the cost of the plane!

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  2. Lisa GoyneApril 11, 2016 at 12:29 PM

    Gorgeous! Aren't ocean waves in March the best?

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