As reports of another blast of polar weather circulated through news channels, Mexico editor Gay Nagle Myers and her winter-weary daughter Jenn, a Pittsburgh resident who has not seen sun since November, escaped to the Nizuc Resort & Spa near Cancun. Gay’s third dispatch follows. Click to read her first and second dispatches.
PUNTA NIZUC — Nizuc was full of surprises and unexpected treats throughout our stay.
After a lunch of squid ink pasta, our waiter Daniel presented us with cafe con leche (coffee with milk) with a heart in the foam.
I think he had eyes for Jenn, but he addressed both of us. “It is with my pleasure that I serve you,” he said.
Maybe this is standard fare, but it scored big points with me.
As we left the restaurant after dinner, we were handed little bags with chocolate truffles wrapped in tissue paper.
Beats the mint on the pillow every time.
Our Nizuc Thermal Experience at the spa took surprises to a whole new level.
I’ll admit it: I’m not big on spa treatments, especially massages. My first massage years ago at a Caribbean resort was unfortunate and has dampened my enthusiasm ever since.
I’m convinced that the masseuse who pummeled my body also worked as a day laborer grinding rocks bare-handed. All I felt were his rough callouses. He was not gentle, and I was in pain.
The spa at Nizuc follows the same architectural design of the entire resort. Water elements everywhere, high ceilings, breezes, soothing music and tiny cups of green tea before we even donned robes and slippers.
At Nizuc, we began in a dry steam room, but Lourdes checked on us within five minutes.
“You want to stay?”
“No,” I said. Jenn probably did, but I took the lead. I’m the mother, after all. We moved into the sauna.
We did better there, maybe six minutes.
Then it was a quick spritz under the cool-mist Shower, followed by the ice cube room.
Lourdes said we should rub crushed ice over our arms and legs.
“This will feel so nice,” she smiled.
Jenn and I both hate the cold, and considering the winter weather we’d left behind, this treatment did not appeal.
Lourdes understood and ushered us instead to an amazing plunge pool in dark blue tile. “This is warm. You will like.”
It was, and we did.
There were jets and huge fountain-like faucets and even underwater recliners. We splashed and soaked a long time.
Lourdes gave us towels the size of area rugs when we emerged and took us to a little sanctuary with garden views and breezes.
“You would like scalp massage?” she asked me.
That’s different than a full body massage, and besides, her hands looked smooth and delicate, so I said yes.
She handed me two slices of cucumber, which I was about to eat, but she said, “It’s for the eyes.”
She then placed the slices over my eyes and began the massage.
I am now a convert. I’ll have a massage anytime as long as it’s from the neck up.
Jenn had her massage and then disappeared for a 50-minute rubdown.
We both floated back to our room, carrying little orchid petals which we’d been given as we left.
The hand-painted card from the housekeeper with a message in Spanish was on the nightstand, and our Nizuc slippers were aligned perfectly on the floor between the beds. Fernando, our butler/concierge on the first floor, had greeted us like long-lost friends.
This will be a very hard act to follow.
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