As the plane began roaring down the runway and Mexico slowly disappeared beneath the clouds, it finally hit, I wasnÕt ready to leave yet. The few days I spent in Tulum among beautiful musicians and singing souls, seems to me now a warm, wave whooshing dream. Like the ocean tide, we all found our way to the white beaches of Tulum, spat out by a deep, and sometimes, insensitive ocean. I was excited, anxious, and full of questions. Gratefully, Tulum became the gentle teacher I unconsciously sought out.