Cancun is known for being a booze-soaked spring break party spot, but there’s also plenty of hidden luxury there. (Happily for those of us who love lounging on powder-soft beaches and swimming in crystal-clear water but prefer terry robes over wet t-shirts.) Case in point: Nizuc Resort & Spa, where I spent four days last week. Tucked away on Punta Nizuc what feels like worlds away from Cancun’s more unsavory side, Nizuc is as zen as it gets. The entrance is marked by little more than a discreet wooden gate. On the other side of it unfurls a winding stone road thickly lined with the greenest of green ferns, palms, and flowering trees. Its airy lobby looks out over shallow reflecting pools, and lines and angles from its restaurants to its guest rooms are smooth and soothing. The weather during my stay wasn’t stellar, but I muscled through with help from daily doses of citrusy ceviche, my (penthouse!) suite’s private plunge pool, a relaxing boat ride with a pit stop for swimming, and a steady stream of tart and spicy ik margaritas (more on those later).
How’s this for an outdoor living space? The daybed served as my desk for the week.
I had three options when it came to getting clean: an indoor rain shower and deep soaking tub, plus an outdoor rain shower. Decisions, decisions. Life here is hard.
Though not the kind of beach I typically love in Cancun, Nizuc’s is nonetheless pretty and peaceful, if a bit heavy on seaweed from rough winds that blew the first couple days of my stay.
Skies were overcast for a good portion of my stay, but we lucked into some sunny skies while boating around Cancun. We idled through some mangroves and stopped for a glorious swim in more open water.
Here’s a tip: the impact from jumping off the side of a boat into the sea can actually blow your earrings right out of your lobes—don’t wear any that are special to you. Better yet, just leave them behind.
Nizuc Life forever!
Heading back to Nizuc from our swim, I spotted what I’m pretty sure is the only flag that’s visible from space.
Back to Nizuc for lunch at my favorite spot, Ni, for Peruvian food. The folks in this kitchen know their way around a fish.
Back to my room (read: plunge pool) via the lobby, where everyone passing through could be someone famous.
With one last meal approaching, we stopped for cocktails at Bar A Kan, which, surprise!, is stunning. I captured exactly zero nice photos of the things I ate and drank at Nizuc, so suffice it to say that the food here is the best I’ve had in my six visits to Mexico. (Vanilla-green bean soup is a thing, and it will change everything you thought you knew about life.)
If you’re on the hunt for a honeymoon, wedding, or anniversary destination, make sure to put Nizuc on your list. Crazy drunken co-eds need not apply.