I first discovered you whilst researching a way to go to the Caribbean without actually traveling down to the Caribbean. Ever since Mrs. N's wedding, I was feeling more comfortable with the "M" word. Mexico.
Views Restaurant overlooking the beach // From our room // From our beach cabana
But Mexico is gross and dirty and dangerous, si? Not from what I had seen on the sweet sandy beaches of Cabo. And not, according to a close coworker, in Cancun. Spring break capital of the world in my mind. Not the place for a tranquil vacation for two. But, for the price and after reading at least a thousand TripAdvisor reviews (and TripAdvisor has never steered me wrong, mis amigos) I decided to go for it. And Le Blanc was my test case.
Driving into Cancun was unlike I imagined. Le Blanc lies in the middle of a peninsula of resorts that I couldn't help but compare to Las Vegas. Big, beautiful and exorbitant. And we pulled up to the white goddess, Le Blanc, and I started to believe in this city a little bit more.
Oh Le Blanc. I'm not sure if it's the result of the hours that I spent lying in the sun devouring books with a side of endless tropical cocktails, the meals which were each more delicious than the last, the impeccably clean and humongous rooms or the simple magic of finding an all inclusive resort in which none of this required a second thought to the wallet, but I can't help but wax poetic about you now that I'm back in reality.
Salmon over black truffle risotto // The executive chef with the best meal I've ever had. Ever.
I will not soon forget the glorious massage and hydrotherapy treatments, the thrilling jet skis and snorkling, the majestic Mayan ruins or the many shimmering infinity pools over the white sand beaches and the clear blue ocean where we basked in the sun or the sweet shade of our cabana.
Nightly truffles in the room // Table side bruchetta carts // Fresh seafood cooked for you every day at lunch
My vacation was, to put it simply, the best. I am always sad to go home after vacation. It is always bittersweet. But I am usually on to the next thing. Where will we visit next year? Today, all I can think about is my escape from reality back to my paradise. My Le Blanc. And when I can come back.
Oh, and unfortunately, Le Blanc did not compensate me in any way for this post. I write only out of my own love. Should mis muchachos discover this and want me back for gratis, you know I'll drop everything and be back in a second. Pin It