the sweet suite life

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 the Rosewood’s version of the sweet suite life.

Share

guess who’s coming to dinner?

Share

cormorant sunset

I’ve been observing these beautiful black birds from my safety of my pool over the past few days as they dive into the lagoon to catch a snack of fish. Tonight, however, they are perched on the roofline, holding their wings out as if in supplication to the sun as it slinks past the horizon.

Share

making waves

Share

making sense

If there’s one thing that can lure me out of my lair it’s a trip to the spa, which at Rosewood Mayakoba is tucked into the jungle on its own private island. I’m getting a taste of what’s to come in celebration of the end of the Mayan calendar – or what some pessimistic folks are calling the Mayan Apocalypse. Emmanuel Arroyo, Spa Director at Sense, A Rosewood Spa, is one of the optimists, however. “The end of the calendar on December 21st isn’t the end of the world but the end of a cycle,” he tells me while showing off the unobtrusively expansive facilities. “A new cycle is beginning; and with that comes the promise of renewal.” All of which sounds like the perfect excuse to be a pampered guinea pig for the 2 1/2 hour Mayan Equinox Ritual, which begins with a blessing of copal, the ceremonial incense used by Mayan warriors before going into battle. Afterwards comes a full-body jade exfoliation, a gold-infused wrap and mask to nourish and protect the skin, and a 90-minute mineralizing massage that incorporates silver. A word to the wise: they might want to think about rechristening the treatment - something more akin to Mayan Warrior, perhaps? – because far from feeling like I need to scraped off the table at the end, I feel revitalized, armed, and ready to conquer. Maybe the time has come for me to seize the beach.

Share

rosewood mayakoba

In case you’re wondering why I have virtually no desire to leave my suite, maybe I should share with you where it is I am exactly; Rosewood Mayakoba, about 40 minutes south of Cancun along the Riviera Maya. On arrival I was transported by a luxury boat to what amounts to my own personal sanctuary: a one-of-a-kind over-water suite of crisp, open spaces, floating graciously over the lagoon’s emerald waters. Strikingly modern in design yet crafted from such indigenous materials as to appear born of the jungle, I have an inviting lounge terrace with a plunge pool, a luxurious bathroom with an outdoor garden shower, and spectacular views of the lagoon and mangroves. Sure, the sea is calling my name – but I don’t feel compelled to move a muscle just yet.

Share

pool 1, beach 0

Share

Proudly powered by WordPress
Theme: Esquire by Matthew Buchanan.