The moment my husband and I stepped into the stunning open-air atrium of the Rosewood Mayakoba, we knew we had just entered not just a resort, but a fantasy. As we were greeted with a freshly blended green mojito welcome drink as we overlooked the lagoon and pool, I felt the stress of city life getting left far behind. The warm, breezy air invited us to shed layers both literally and figuratively (work projects begone!) as we took in the staff’s warm welcome which would follow us throughout our visit. The contemporary luxe style of the resort complemented the natural surroundings so well and mirrored the property’s attitude of respect for the local Mayan culture and traditions.
We felt like royalty as we stepped down to the lagoon where a lacquered wooden boat took us down the winding clear-emerald lagoon to our own private dock! I resisted the urge to do a little dance around our private plunge pool as our butler-in-training explained the intricacies of the suite, from the recessed reading lights behind the sumptuous bed to the carafe of tequila we’d be sampling later on our rooftop solarium. Although our suite, the Lagoon King Suite, was the most basic level accommodations the Rosewood Mayakoba offers, there was nothing basic about it. Our front “yard” was perfectly manicured with shady areas for reading and loungers by the plunge pool overlooking the peaceful lagoon. No one else was in sight except for a few exotic birds — privacy is a priority at the Rosewood and reflected throughout our stay at the property. The spacious airy bathroom accommodated a oversized mosaic soaking tub, an indoor shower and… a private outdoor rain-shower! It didn’t take long for me to get used to showering while staring up at the deep blue sky.
My favorite spot (it’s like choosing among children) on the resort was at the manicured beach pool, where we had our own cabana (I appreciated that they did not charge for the roomy cabanas, as most resorts do) with a view of the infinity pool melting into one with the ocean waves beyond. The pool concierge set us up with a cooler of bottled water before we could think to ask, and brought by treats almost hourly, ranging from a scoop of creamy strawberry ice cream to a mini pizza topped with lobster, and even mini peach bellinis (I just love my bubbly)! The friendly crew even came around to clean your sunglasses or give you cucumbers slices and a cool towel to rest your eyes from the strain of staring at the endless deep blue ocean.
The special touches by the resort are well placed signs that they want to provide for every possible whim. Morning coffee for me is a luxury, and Nespresso machine in the room (perfect for taking coffee while soaking in the plunge pool, the only sounds being trickling water and birds singing) was my best friend as soon as I opened my eyes, before I even spoke a word to the hubby. Bamboo bedroom slippers were a nice alternative to typical terry slippers, and we were delighted with the cozy baby slippers waiting for the little one along with her own toiletries and teddy bear. No stone was left unturned! Did I mention fresh local fruits replenished daily on our dining table, plentiful bottled water, and cookies out for snacking on in the bar area?
The spa was extraordinary, the epitome of relaxation and peace. Situated on its own island, the adult-only area reminded me of one of my favorite spas in Indonesia with its calming exoticism and attention to the most zen details. I started out my hydrating facial with an aloe drink as I relaxed in the tall and airy open relaxation area next to a waterfall. Bliss is the only word that comes to mind, the kind of bliss that makes your fingertips tingle. I followed the aesthetician through the jungle to our treatment room, and the only struggle I felt after choosing the background music from a menu was trying to stay awake to enjoy the rhythmic cleansing and exfoliation. At the end of the 90 minutes, I was delivered gently back to the relaxation room with a small mango flan dessert to sweeten my palate and my return to reality.
I felt that the general level of service and luxury were unsurpassed at the Rosewood despite my somewhat jaded travel persona. We were greeted by name by drivers whisking us to and from the beach pool, our breakfast waiters (who went out of their way to return an item we had left the day before), pool staff, and everyone always had a genuine smile on their faces. Our last evening, we ate at Agave Azul, the tequila and sushi bar (who knew the two would get along so well?), where we had a knowledgeable and passionate guide to the extensive brewing processes, nuances to tasting, and why a good triple-distilled tequila can be similar in taste to a fine cognac or whiskey (think aging in french oak barrels…).
To be honest, it’ll be hard to top the Rosewood Mayakoba, and it’s not just because I’m sitting back at the office reminiscing about the gorgeous property. Somehow, I’m going to have to get used to showering indoors again…