Mexico Travel Advisor Specialist

I fell in love with Mexico in my teen and college years with bi-weekly surf safaris down the Baja coastline, camping, fishing, shopping the open markets and even wine tasting east of Ensenada. Baja is a place of beautiful contradictions, defined by the moment the scorched, ochre dust of the desert abruptly plunges into the cool turquoise of the Pacific. The highlight was always the "lobster villages" like Puerto Nuevo. After a day of fighting swells, sitting at a sun-bleached palapa with a plate of spiny lobster fried in lard, served with massive flour tortillas and cold beer, felt like a religious experience. From the blowhole in Ensenada to the granite cliffs of Land’s End, Baja and Mexico taught me that the most rugged landscapes often hold the most soul-stirring rewards. 

My honeymoon was a return to the Baja I loved, but with a sophisticated lens at the Sandos Finisterra All Inclusive. Known as the "Heart and Soul of Cabo," the resort is dramatically carved into the rock at Land's End. It offered the ultimate honeymoon paradox: one balcony overlooked the peaceful marina and the Sea of Cortez, while the other side of the property faced the thundering waves and golden sunsets of the Pacific Ocean.We balanced our days between the serenity of sailing past the iconic Arch and the adrenaline of deep-sea fishing for marlin. After quiet mornings sunbathing by the clifftop pools, we dove into the legendary nightlife of downtown Cabo, just a short walk away, where the bars and clubs pulse until dawn. For a change of pace, we explored San José del Cabo, trading the neon lights for the "Art Walk" and cobblestone charm of the historic district. 

Currently I live part of the year in Mexico City and on weekends explore other parts of Mexico from there, like San Miguel De Allende, Hualtulco, and Yucatan. iving in Mexico City part-time has revealed a metropolis that is as organized as it is ancient. My days often center around the Zona Rosa, where the skyline is dominated by sleek, modern towers that house the city’s financial soul. Yet, just below these glass giants, the neighborhood breathes through its great corner cafes—perfect spots for a café de olla while watching the city wake up. The sheer scale of the green spaces, like Chapultepec Park, and the world-class density of its museums make it a global cultural titan.

My current favorite spot is "PV" or Puerto Vallarta. With its rich French-inflenced history and architecture, Puerto Vallarta is where the emerald Sierra Madre mountains collide with the deep blue of Banderas Bay. My home base here is the Sheraton Buganvilias Resort, a classic stay where the swim-up bars are the true social hubs. There’s nothing quite like ordering a spicy margarita without ever leaving the water, looking out over the infinity edge as the sun dips into the Pacific. It’s the perfect blend of high-end comfort and that relaxed, tropical "Vallarta vibe."When I venture into the Zona Romántica at Playa de los Muertos, I can’t help but laugh at the "battle of the beach chairs." The local joke is that your soul belongs to either the Blue Chairs or the Green Chairs (Ritmos). Choosing a side is like picking a sports team—one for the high-energy, iconic social scene and the other for a slightly more "bucket of Coronas and a nap" pace. 

As I look back from the quiet bays of Oaxaca to the dusty surf breaks of my youth in Baja, my love for Mexico boils down to five distinct pillars:Friendships for Life: The social fabric here is built on genuine, transformational "familismo" that turns strangers into brothers.Total Immersion: Living in the high-altitude energy of CDMX provides a sensory reset from the hyper-individualism of the USA.The Culinary Soul: It is a deep, non-industrialized connection to the land that you can taste in every street-side taco and "lobster village" feast.Environmental Majesty: The sheer diversity of standing in a parched desert arroyo one day and a tropical jungle canopy the next.The Gift of Affordability: A lower cost of living that buys back your time, allowing life to be about the "experience" rather than the "grind."Mexico isn’t just a destination for me; it’s a life well-lived.

After decades of traversing the dusty trans-peninsular highways of Baja, the bustling modern corridors of CDMX, and the jungle-fringed bays of Huatulco, I’ve realized that Mexico doesn’t just change your itinerary—it changes your pulse. It is a place where "luxury" is found as much in a five-star swim-up bar at the Sheraton Buganvilias as it is in a plastic chair at a remote lobster stand.Whether you're a "Blue Chair" or "Green Chair" kind of traveler, there is a corner of this country waiting to become your second home. So, I have to ask: If you could pack a bag tomorrow and lose yourself in one Mexican landscape—the desert, the jungle, or the high-altitude heart of the city—where would you land first?