A Mermaid in Mexico

I was told over and over again that there was no way I’d get in the ocean in Puerto Los Cabos, but nothing can keep a mermaid from the sea, and from the moment we touched down I was determined to get my fins (I mean feet…) into the water. I have a special connection to the ocean, and with all of the emotional turmoil behind the scenes in my life lately, I knew there would be nothing better than the crash of waves in my ears and the salt spray in my nose.

When we arrived at the resort my cousin and his fiance chose for their wedding, I was broken hearted to find not only was the water roaring with massive waves, but the entire beach had been swept away, volleyball nets and all. A few of the groomsmen had tried to get their feet wet when they first arrived, and apparently that resulted in hotel staff hysterically running down to the water waving their arms in protest. Essentially, it was a total bust- there was no way anyone was letting me disappear into the waves, and I can’t say I blamed them.

Luckily, on the very last day of our stay the hurricane winds calmed down just enough that I could justify a tiny bit of wading. I’ve been pretty determined to take this custom dress from Pastel Dress Party on a mermaid adventure since the moment I spotted it on their sample rack, and the way it glistened in the sunlight was definitely (sort of) worth nearly drowning trying to hold the hem up!

The pull of the current grasping at my legs and the deafening roar of the surf was just what I needed, and though I didn’t actually get to swim, it was a pretty cleansing way to start my trip back to reality.