Sueños de México.

This morning, I woke up thinking of a place where design, fauna and wildlife coexist seamlessly. Where time stops, if you let it.Where the phone doesn’t ring and emails don’t exist. Where each meal, while not a transporting experience, nevertheless fills you with utter glee…enough so that you’ll make it to the next without that rotting pit of urgency and hunger.Where you wake up to an amazing cup of espresso and a great blue heron getting his morning started on a perch enjoying the morning sun not far away from yours. Where you lay in the sun pampered by an amazing staff delivering you snacks, drinks and cold massages to your warm head while your mind toils over the decision on whether it’s time for a swim in the ocean or the pool.This morning I woke up in New York City happy to be home, but dreaming fondly of our short getaway to the Mayan Riviera last week. It was a very special occasion for Lesa and me, so we left the kids with Grandma and treated ourselves to three super-luxe days at the Rosewood Mayakoba.Three quiet and pampered days that recharged our batteries. Three days of much needed “what can we do for you?”

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.