I’m a teensy-weensy but stressed out these days. And by “teensy-weensy”, I mean ridiculously, jaw-clenchingly so. It’s good stress, but still has me pretty darn exhausted and dreaming of a beach vacation where my only worry is where my next margarita is coming from and if my front side is as tan as my back side. I found this resort, Capella Pedregal in Cabo San Lucas in my interweb travels and I am in luuuuurve. So stylish, so private, so “Calgon take me away”. It’s located at the southern most tip of the Baja Peninsula where the Pacific Ocean meets the Sea of Cortes. Did I mention it’s only reachable by private tunnel carved through the cliff-side and how much cooler that instantly makes it?
I absolutely love the giant, Adler-esque entrance gates (and their logo, BTW.)
The welcome desk is genius. Having that wide open expanse showcasing the natural beauty of the place is the best artwork money can buy (or can’t buy…)
The rooms are FABULOUS. Actually, I think the decor of this whole place is spot on for a Mexican beach resort- calming but not stark, ethnic but not kitschy, natural but not uber-crunchy, contemporary yet traditional. Love the modern headboards, the use of Mexican Otomi textiles (I still need to find a use for one in my home) and the private terraces with plunge pools. I mean, what’s not to love? The transition between the natural outdoors and interiors is so seamless, it’s almost as if you aren’t sure where the beach ends and the rooms begin.
The pools, obviously look insane. On the rocks, with salt- Gracias.
I can only imagine how tasty the authentic Mexican food is in these decliciously designed restaurants. I’m salivating thinking about it, actually. And it’s 7:30 a.m., which is kind of gross.
Someday I’ll go. Until then, I’ll have to manage my stress with yoga class. :)
Jules Reid
