Eleven Days

There wasn't a single thing on our itinerary.

No list of must-see attractions.

No pressure to squeeze every minute out of the day.

For eleven days, my sister and I simply shared life.

Now, don't get me wrong—we weren't sitting around staring at each other for eleven days. We discovered that if you put sliced apples, cheese, and peanut butter on a plate, it somehow becomes a perfectly acceptable meal. We may have eaten it for breakfast, lunch, dinner… and possibly again as a snack.

We did occasionally leave the patio. We went horseback riding along the beach, wandered through neighbouring towns, ate at some amazing restaurants...

And had a massage therapist come to the house so we could get massages while listening to the waves.

She was also from Canada and had moved here four years ago after visiting the area and falling in love with it, which made meeting her even more special. The whole experience was wonderful—and honestly, listening to the ocean during a massage may have ruined regular massages for us forever.

But honestly, some of the best moments were the simplest ones—sitting around, talking for hours, laughing at nothing, and enjoying the kind of time together that never felt rushed.

And sometimes, not talking at all.

There’s something comforting about being with someone who doesn’t feel the need to fill every silence.

Someone who can simply exist beside you.

Although, let’s be honest... anyone who knows us knows that if you put the two of us together for eleven days, we’ll be in cahoots before breakfast—planning how to restyle a patio, reorganize a kitchen, and redecorate a house that doesn’t belong to either of us.

As kids, we spent countless hours together without thinking twice about it.

As adults, eleven uninterrupted days feels like a gift you don’t realize you’ve been missing until you have it.

I think we put too much pressure on making memories.

We spend weeks planning the perfect family get-togethers, the perfect meals, and the perfect holidays.

Maybe the best memories don’t come from perfect planning.

Maybe they happen by accident.

They’re the slow mornings.

The conversations that somehow lasted all afternoon.

The moments that seemed ordinary at the time...

...until they became the ones you’ll remember.

Mexico gave us beautiful beaches, incredible restaurants, and sunsets that never seemed to get old.

It also gave us permission to slow down.

To stop looking at the clock.

To stop wondering what we should be doing next.

For eleven days, we had nowhere important to be except exactly where we were.

We were both in Mexico, surrounded by all the things people travel there to experience.

And somehow, my favourite part was doing almost nothing at all—with my sister.

-Amy

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