

When Noah and I were on our honeymoon in Sayulita, Mexico, we had this daily salsa and margarita ritual. We spent our days surfing at nearby breaks, and would return to our little villa on the hill around happy hour. We would open the french doors onto the patio, put on some music, and come up with a salsa and a margarita almost every day. We played a lot of rummi and laptop scrabble during those very happy hours. READ THE FULL POST →