In the heart of Mexico’s Riviera Maya is the small community of Paamul. It’s a beach resort, residential area, and RV park that is little-known but quite appealing. It’s a white-sand beach gracefully arcing around a small bay.
These days I make my home on Mexico’s Riviera Maya, in a little beach town about 30 minutes south of the vacation hotspot Playa del Carmen. It’s a nice life in a place with plenty of conveniences and natural beauty.
The sun is shining bright. But it’s just warm…not hot. From my perch, the town stretches out below, filling a wedge-shaped valley. Across the way, homes blanket the opposite steep hillside, alternating raw brick and brightly-painted yellows, reds, blues, and greens.
I have a hard time deciding which part of Mexico I like best. It's quite a big country, about three times the size of Texas. And there are so many different regions with different climates, landscapes, and lifestyles.
"The air is clean, there is great healthcare, clean food, great hiking trails, and the living is easy," says Anna Laurita of her home on Mexico's Pacific coast. Anna and her husband, David Hite, visited Puerto Vallarta, on the sandy shores of the Bay of Banderas, more than 20 years ago.
You’re walking down narrow cobblestoned lanes barely wide enough for a car, strolling past centuries-old homes. Bougainvillea vines, with brilliant pink flowers, cascade down over bright white walls.
I was in line for a rental car at Cancun airport—it was a franchise of one of the big-name companies from the U.S. I watched the couple before me walk to the counter clutching their printed out reservation.
You look out from your terrace over a vast tropical garden. You’re surrounded by heliconias and bromeliads in shades of vivid red, bright yellow, orange, and combinations in between, along with orchid blooms. Banana and mango trees are heavy with fruit.
“I have lived in and visited many wonderful places in my life. But only two that were magical to me, where I felt an immediate feeling that I belonged there,” says expat Paula Nunes. “San Francisco in the late ‘60s. And San Miguel de Allende in 2012.”
Scot and Vicki Lyall like to joke that “we went downtown to buy a bottle of liquor and bought a condo.” It’s not far from the truth. The couple had been coming to the town of Playa del Carmen, on Mexico’s Riviera Maya, for years for vacations.