We weren’t supposed to stay there, in fact we considered driving right on by and not even stopping. However, we hate to feel like we might have missed something (like a talking cross that doesn’t talk, or incidentally – sing!). So, into the town of Bacalar we went. The town is small, and still relatively untouched by the tourism hordes. In fact, it reminded me of the quiet, bohemian feel of Playa Del Carmen long before the overflow from Cancun turned it into a perpetual spring break.
Maybe we were lucky, maybe it was kismet or maybe we simply paid enough travel dues (like flying all the way to Ecuador next to “Forrest Gump” , getting his views on the countries’ high altitude, “lawdy, lawdy it’s high up in there”) – whatever the reason, we found ourselves outside this gate…
Like a Mexican gated community.
Our tentative knocks on the gate were greeted by a young women’s head squeezing out of the smallest crack in the gate opening. We explained to her head that we were looking for a room for the night. We must have looked normal and harmless enough, with one teen’s face stuck to the screen of his phone, and the other scarfing Mexican Doritos and thus we were allowed into the secret chamber. As soon as we walked in, the reason for the secretive nature became clear…
Who wouldn’t want to guard this?
The hotel had 5 cabana type rooms, right on the lagoon, nestled in palm trees. Lucky for us, one of the reservations had decided not to show up and we were more than happy to take their place!
A room with a view.
We didn’t waste any time jumping into the that beautiful jewel green water…
Or making use of the hammocks…
Or digging our toes into that soft (albeit a little creepy in that soft squishy, ‘what exactly is that stuff’ kind of way) spa like mud/sand lagoon bottom.
Or lounging and enjoying meals in the open air lobby…
Or hanging out on the jungle encased swing set…
But, eventually we had to say goodbye and move on down the road…
At least now, we know where the road leads
and how to gain access into the inner sanctum…
Until we meet again…
For more travel in Mexico:
Somewhere in Mexico: Roberto Barrios Falls
Somewhere in Mexico: The Talking Cross
Looking for the Sweet Spot 