I thought long and hard about this post. We were just at the Hideaway at Royalton Riviera Cancun in February, and I did two lengthy posts about the resort and the food after that trip. Thinking about how to write about our second trip, I was at a loss for quite some time. I didn’t want to just repeat myself; after all, you guys are smart enough to know that if we go back to a resort a second time, it’s a pretty awesome place. And we didn’t do any excursions, so there wasn’t much new to write about in terms of Mexico itself.
That’s why it’s taken me so long to get a post up, honestly.
And then I realized, I didn’t have to wow you with details about the trip, because really? Who cares? I mean, yes, I know some of you do enjoy knowing every single thing we did (and ate). And most of the time, I’m all for sharing that. But while we had a lovely time on this trip, and we did do a few things differently, by and large if you read my first two posts on the resort, you’ll get the gist of it.
Instead, I thought I’d share some of my favorite moments from the trip. We enjoyed ourselves, and our friends did too. We love Royalton, and we love Mexico, but to be honest I think I’m ready for a different kind of trip. This makes 5 all-inclusives in a row; it’s time for a new kind of adventure. (Remind me of that in 6 months when I’m desperate to go to the beach again).
You might have guessed this was coming if you read my post about the food, and how in love I was with Zen. I’m happy to report, the love affair continues. And yes, I had the Pad Thai again. It was delicious, but the real star of the show was the sushi smorgasbord. We asked our waiter if there was a sampler, and he and the chef made us this absolutely stunning display of every single sushi item on the menu. It was incredible, and we all ate way too much.
The first morning we were there, I woke up super early. I’d planned to do yoga, but forgot about the time change. As a result, I got to see the sun rise over the ocean. It was breathtaking, and pictures could never do it justice.
Coffee and gelato for days, friends. DAYS. Flaming coffee, espresso, Americano, latte…I had so much coffee. And so much gelato. I enjoyed the cookies and cream, and Jimmie liked the pistachio. The coffee shop also had pastries, and I discovered an intense love for Pain Au Chocolate (chocolate-stuffed croissants essentially). I kinda miss having easy access to both espresso and gelato. My waistline does not share that feeling.
We didn’t end up buying anything – I wanted a chip and dip set, but no luck – but it was fun to do a little shopping without having to leave the resort. The wares were about what you’d expect, but I can’t comment on prices because we didn’t see anything we wanted badly enough to stop. The lights were gorgeous, and I spent more time photographing it than I did browsing.
Trying, and failing, to paddleboard in the ocean. Not the same as doing it on the lake. And then I got mad, and pitched a tantrum and refused to try it again. And then Jimmie and I kayaked, and that went about as well as it ever does when someone has to paddle a boat with me. BUT. The beach was lovely, and we spent so much time there, and I’m so glad for that. We dug up shells and coral, we read, we walked, we swam, and we just soaked up the salt air. In the past we’ve spent more time at the pool – this trip, it was all beach. Sure, it may not be the prettiest beach we’ve been to (I’m looking at you, Catalonia), but the atmosphere was perfect. It was quiet, peaceful, and not at all crowded.
We didn’t find out until our last day there, and by then it was too late, that we could have booked a snorkeling excursion right from the beach. Next time.
There are 9 restaurants available to Hideaway guests. Before we left, Jimmie suggested we try to eat at all of them, meaning we’d have to do second dinner a couple of times. We didn’t make it, but we did prioritize the ones we hadn’t yet tried. Armadillo was Tex Mex, and while good, wasn’t one I’d repeat. Opa was Mediterranean, and a front-runner for my favorite restaurant at the resort. Everything was cooked well, it wasn’t crowded, and the ambiance was really unique. (I ordered tagine, and am going to try it at home soon.) Agave was Mexican, and everything I hoped it would be. I was able to order all the tacos in a mixed taco trio. If we go back, I’ll definitely be cycling between Agave, Zen, and Opa the entire trip!
During the Foam Party, which was held in the Hideaway pool after dinner, our friends brought mountains of foam back to the swimup pool. And at the White Party, I snapped this adorable photo of a little boy mesmerized by the stilt walker…and then shared the photo with his father. His father, who was Greek, and spoke very little English, while I spoke absolutely no Greek. Jimmie has a photo series of us working it out, and it’s amusing. Google truly is the universal language – all I had to do was show him the email button, and he now has the photo. The world is a beautiful place.
Mudslides. Mudslides. And more mudslides. I don’t usually like them, because they’re way too sweet, but the Royalton bartenders make a mean mudslide. I drank a LOT of them this trip. And those wings were Jerk flavored, and ohmygosh good. For anyone considering a trip, the wings in the sports bar are not the same – you need to go to the Caribbean restaurant and order like 4 of them.
As for the Indio, well…it’s a Mexican beer, so that was fun, but not really my style.
I wanted to try the spa on our last trip, but didn’t get around to it. This time, I made sure I didn’t miss it. I dragged Jimmie along with me – we had a couples massage – and it was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. The massage was fine, but you get an hour of hydrotherapy beforehand. At Royalton, they rush you through each station, and it’s not at all relaxing. It’s like there’s a train to catch or something. It was so ridiculous that at one point we just burst out laughing. I’m glad we did it, and it was fun, if only because it was so strange. I can mark that one off my list, and for those of you taken in by Royalton’s spa pictures like I was – it’s not even close.
I mean, he’s ok. *Grin*