A morning pool swim and scrambled eggs “rancheros” with a side of chorizo: now this is what I call room service. I’m going to miss theÂ Rosewood’sÂ version of the sweet suite life.
Taking a quick hop down to Mexico for a few days of disconnect, I find myself immediately in the middle of a Mexican stand-off: beach or pool? The salty, ceruleanÂ water of the Riviera Maya is clear and inviting. But so is the private pool in my over-water suite among the mangroves. Decisions, decisions.