I’ve been returning to the Yucatán every year since I was a baby. It’s been my family’s home since time immemorial and in fact my my abuelo buried my umbilical cord in the mountains here. So, quite literally, a part of me has nurtured this ecosystem, and in return, the magic of this region has protected me. Each visit reveals something new about the land, our roots, and myself. There’s a quiet power in the low-lying jungles, the echoes of town dances in the pueblo’s centro, the hidden cenotes, and the warmth of my family. My time here is mainly spent reflecting and dreaming about new ways to connect people to live in reciprocal relationships with land and the ocean. It’s my source of inspiration for being. The most recent visit was special. It was the largest group of friends I’ve ever invited to join me. It was heart warming to share this magic with those who respect and truly see it as well. @gabbymarchese @ryder.england @alana.mooi Highlights include: 1. Xareli’s first visit to a cenote. 2. Meeting a retired priest turned traditional beekeeper. 3. Sleeping in hammocks at abuela’s. As always, leaving feels tough. I know I’ll return soon, drawn back by my roots that run as deep as the cenotes. Until then, I’ll try to carry a piece of the Yucatán’s quiet magic with me. I hope you can feel it next time you see me. ✨