It’s like the best parts of Mexico gathered together in my room to greet me on arrival. There was a massive bowl of chips and guacamole, a pitcher of Agua de Jamaica (hibiscus tea), a fancy bottle of tequila, ocean views and hacienda-style design in every nook and cranny of the oversized suite that was likely larger than my home. There were even custom made blue agave-scented lotions and soaps in containers designed after Don Julio tequila bottles. Viva Mexico, am I right? After being slightly confused as to where the lobby was to check in (there isn’t one) and whisked off to my room by my own butler, I didn’t know where to start. Remember being a kid in a toy store and you couldn’t decide which direction to run first? It was kind of like that.
My insanely luxe room was modest compared to the rest of the resort which was picture-perfect ready at every turn. There was a large lawn sprinkled with hammocks that stretched out over the rocky shores and even the stone steps down to the beach looked worthy of a castle. The lounge chairs were about as plush as the beds and the décor as pretty as the views. And while it sounds cliché, no detail was ever left unnoticed. I even returned to my room the first night to find a sewing kit left by housekeeping to “match my wardrobe,” bright blue thread that perfectly matched my dress hanging in the closet. And although there was a very low chance I would actually be able to use it if need be, my butler would no doubt be able to sew it up in no time. I had come to learn there was nothing they couldn’t and wouldn’t do.
With views of the Bay of San Jose del Cabo behind skinny, towering palms, the place was nothing short of a tropical palace. Burrowed into the Palmilla neighborhood in San Jose del Cabo, and long a favored getaway of celebrities, athletes and Hollywood big shots, One&Only Palmilla is literally the lap of luxury among Baja’s five-star retreats. Even NEO boutique (read: gift shop), normally stocked with boring trinkets, is something off Rodeo Drive. Shelves are lined with Christian Louboutin shoes and designs by Stella McCartney, Missoni and more, plus a variety of collections made exclusively for the resort.
Steps away, the steakhouse Seared is basically a runway for beefy meats. An eye-catching glass-walled cellar is packed with dangling cuts available to handpick for your dinner, while the low-light atmosphere and swanky furniture give off the vibe that someone important might casually be sitting behind you. I don’t think I would have even noticed though; my heaping plate of filet, ribeye, New York Strip and lamb with six different dipping sauces was way more enticing than any famous face could ever be.