✨ That Time Mexico Turned Into a Telenovela🌮
🪅 Intro: Setting the Scene
When I pictured backpacking Mexico, I imagined cenotes, tacos, and sunsets 🌅.
What I didn’t picture? Accidentally starring in a full-on telenovela, complete with forbidden kisses, bachata, and a man whose girlfriend thought he was on a “boys trip” 🤡.
This story includes:
🌊 Cenotes in Mérida
🍹 Party nights + street dancing
💋 The forbidden kiss
🙃 Bad girlfriend energy
🚨 A girlfriend back home who thought she knew where her man was… oops
🌊 Mérida: Cenotes & Red Flags
So, plot twist: this man literally flew from the U.S. to Mexico just to meet me ✈️🇲🇽. Red flag or romance? Honestly, both.
Our first stop together was Mérida. We spent the day exploring gorgeous cenotes — turquoise water, jungle vibes, pure magic. At one point he jumped in like Tarzan 💦 and I actually caught myself thinking, okay… maybe he’s kinda handsome? Which made no sense, because he wasn’t even my type.
My friend was there too, playing professional third wheel 🥉 (thank you bestie, you deserve an award).
That night, the three of us shared a room (already messy). We went out partying, and the tension between us was impossible to ignore. Staring across the dance floor, brushing shoulders, that whole novela slow-burn vibe.
And then after the party, while my friend went to shower 🚿, he kissed me.
Me: “I have a boyfriend.”
Him: “I have a girlfriend.”
My Reaction
Excuse me??? You FLEW across borders to meet me and forgot to mention that tiny detail??? 💀
Meanwhile me, pretending to be innocent, trying to stop it — but let’s be real, I wasn’t that innocent either. I knew it was wrong, but oh well… I was in full “we only live once, delulu era” ✨.
(PS: I did break up with my ex not long after… so maybe my novela brain was already preparing the exit 👀
So I told myself nope, nothing else can happen.
Spoiler: I lied to myself.
🚗 The Road Trip to Holbox
Instead of ending it there, we went on a road trip together. Because apparently, chaos was my favorite travel buddy 🚩. We rented a car, headed to Holbox, and by then my food poisoning had fully arrived (shoutout to San Cristóbal tacos 🚽). But even with me half-dying, the tension was alive and well.
💃 Holbox: Full Novela Energy
In Holbox, we shared another room — the three of us again — but by this point, we were too comfortable with each other. That night we grabbed drinks and wandered the streets, music spilling from bars, warm night air, everyone out dancing.
He taught me how to dance bachata right there in the middle of the street 💃, in front of strangers. I swear it felt like I’d stepped inside a movie or a book — pure dream sequence energy. Then out of nowhere, he lifted me onto his shoulders for a dance battle 🎶, and I was like, what is going on? Is this real life or am I literally in a novela right now??
The night didn’t stop there. When we went back to the room, while my friend was asleep (I’m sorry, bestie 🙈), we ended up crossing the line and doing the tea. The forbidden, messy, novela-level tea. And in that moment, with the chaos and the comfort and the absolute wrongness of it all, I knew this was going to be one of those stories I’d never forget.
💭 Final Thoughts
Normally, I am the most loyal person ever. This was not me. But travel has a way of throwing you into chaos, testing your morals, and giving you stories that are way too juicy not to share.
And here’s the thing — this wasn’t even the end. His girlfriend back home actually started getting suspicious (probably because “boys trip” somehow included zero boys 💀). They even broke up after this… only to get back together later. Make it make sense.
As for me? After him came another chapter of chaos in Mexico, featuring a Japanese guy. That one? Even spicier 🌶️. And not just Mexico… the novela followed me into other countries too. But that, besties, is for another Secret Society drop 👀.
Because sometimes the cenotes are deep… but babes, the delulu is deeper. 💋