“Hey, you look fantastic! So rested and relaxed. You positively glow. Were you away on vacation?” I’d like someone to say that to me. I’d like someone to say that to me because I’d have just returned from a week or two at a resort I can’t get out of my head.
It’s been more than two years since I stayed at the Excellence Playa Mujares in Cancun, Mexico as part of a Transat Holidays luxury-collection press trip. (Above: a snap from my balcony.) But in the midst of grey days and stupid snow, I’ve been obsessing about it for weeks.
For three days, a small group of Canadian writers experienced the adult-only Excellence Playa Mujares hotel’s premium vacation package, called Excellence Club. Among other perks, it includes luxurious, contemporary, ocean-view rooms and suites, private concierge service, complimentary chilled champagne and fruit in the room as a welcome greeting, followed by morning fruit and evening petit fours each day afterward. Complimentary bathroom toiletries were Bulgari.
The hot tub in the corner of my room was nestled beside a big window that opened wide onto the balcony so I could appreciate a view of the resort and the beach. And that balcony? It had an outlet so I could sit and work on my laptop without running out of battery power!
Other perks included a small private pool area for Excellence Club members, the use of a prime section of beach with loungers, palapas, towel and personal drink service, and access to a small selection of light-reading paperback novels one might assume had been left by previous avid-reader guests (I love that sort of thing).
Yep, this is the suncreen I used while I was there. Find your best SPF bet, whether you love a spray, natural ingredients, waterproof or powder.
There were so many appealing pool hammocks (I desperately wanted to relax in one — one of life’s great pleasures is a hammock — but didn’t have time), a beach-side day-bed deck, and comfortable loungers everywhere.
While I was at Playa Mujares, I realized that to be a good travel writer, you have to be present, not trying to catch up on other work. You have to go on local outings, enjoy the local flavour, and really explore. Instead I geeked out about a balcony outlet. I still took a fair number of photos, though. *grin*
I should have taken more time to enjoy my rooftop terrace (almost twice the size of these, I think), which included large round outdoor beds and a party-sized jacuzzi with water cascading into the tub at either side from spouts built into the wall. Room service could come directly to the upper deck via an open corridor along the back walls. I waited until the last day to photograph my room’s terrace, but was foiled by rain (that’s why one should always take photos ASAP when the weather is good).
Our stay included a treatment at the hotel’s beautiful spa, Aiile. My massage was outstanding. One of the best I’ve ever had. I woke myself up with a loud snort; the massage therapist kindly pretended not to hear it. I remember she used to be in banking, but decided to switch to a career much more focussed on helping people feel better. Success, I think — I was a tightly-wound mass before the treatment, and jelly afterward.
Fun fact: also part of the hotel, off to the side a way down the beach, is a private villa which 50 Cent apparently had recently rented out for a stay and maybe a video. A music video, I hope, although really, it’s none of my busniess.
Photos via my Fujifilm Finepix F80 EXR.