Making Memories in Mexico

I’m a lucky girl. One of my dearest friends has had a place in Mexico for over a decade—and because I make my bed, load the dishwasher, and don’t touch the thermostat, I get invited back every year. I call that good karma (and even better houseguest etiquette).

Over the years, we’ve made countless memories in Zihuatanejo, a charming little fishing village tucked along the Pacific coast of Mexico. It’s a hidden gem—easy to get to with non-stop flights from Minneapolis to Ixtapa during high season, and even easier to fall in love with.Our days are gloriously simple: sunning our winter-pale skin on Playa La Ropa, paddle boarding in the bay, and eating guacamole for three meals a day without an ounce of guilt. One year, we bought string cheese out of a giant Home Depot bucket and ate it with abandon on the beach. The Department of Health might raise an eyebrow, but I’ll say this: best cheese I’ve ever had!

Evenings are for catching sunsets over tequila at the Thompson Hotel, and every moment in between is filled with that rare, golden kind of laughter that only happens between soul sisters. As the wise Jane Fonda once said, “Women’s friendships are like a renewable source of power.” And let me tell you—mine gets fully recharged with every beachside conversation, inside joke, and shared silence.Because that’s the thing about true friendship: it doesn’t need to be loud. Sometimes it’s just sitting together, watching the waves, not saying a word—and somehow feeling completely understood.

So yes, I’m a fan of monthly recharge sessions. Of pausing the chaos to laugh, listen, lounge, and love on your people. My Mexico memories aren’t just about margaritas and sunsets—they’re about connection, nourishment, and the joy of being known.

Long live besties, beach days, and a bucket of cheese.