At the end of 2012, we spent eight days in what I firmly believe to be the most colorful place on earth. Tiny Sayulita, Mexico, is a no-stoplight village on the Pacific Coast beloved by surfers for its reliable swell. The waves were great, but I found myself more enchanted by the town itself—a friendly, perfectly sized community, where every surface popped with near-fluorescent hues. It was impossible to walk down the street without discovering a new shade of pink. The funny thing is, I’ve never been happier or more relaxed on a vacation (okay, maybe the tequila helped, too). But if I came home with any resolutions, it was to surround myself with that Sayulita saturation, every single day.
Many, many more photos (and dozens more shots of hand-painted signs) can be found here.