A heartfelt confession always makes a good beginning. Here is mine. My knowledge of gemstones and fine jewelry ranks right up there with my familiarity with the finer points of cold fusion, which is to say, it’s within a gnat’s breath of being nonexistent. But even someone as gauche and unsophisticated as your humble blogger knows this much: choosing the proper setting for a stone is crucial to the design of all fine jewelry. This observation brings me to the third precious stone in the incomparable Rosewood Mexico tiara. (If you are a new arrival to this space, it might bore you, oops, I meant to say behoove you to take a moment and read the two previous posts. Otherwise, the poll at the end might prove a bit challenging!)
To ask which resort among the three is preeminent is a little like asking, “Which is more important, breathing in or breathing out?”. A rather tough choice I think we all agree. All three properties are magnificent and project their own matchless radiance. Were I forced to choose among them under threat of having to spend eternity in a dingy one-star hotel with neither a spa nor room service (I suddenly feel a cold shiver running down my spine), I suppose I would have to choose the Rosewood in San Miguel de Allende. The reason relates to my opening paragraph, i.e., the setting.
For those not familiar with San Miguel de Allende, a veritable mecca for the mentally fatigued, you have no idea what you are missing. To fully grasp just how impoverished your life has been . . . a life which you had hitherto naively assumed was rich and meaningful . . . , I am afraid you will just have to keep reading this blog. The reason being, in the not too distant future I intend to draw upon my highly underrated and, as yet, cruelly unrewarded writing prowess to paint a Monet-esque picture of this magical place. I know, your heart is all a pitter. Patience, dear reader. Coming soon.
Meanwhile, you must content yourself with a description of the resort itself. Naturally, you are going to want to spend a great deal of your time exploring this “enchanting artists’ village nestled in the mountains north of Mexico City”. All the more so, I’m sure, after you read my upcoming post.
Yet it would be a huge mistake not to carve out significant time during your stay to absorb the atmosphere of the resort’s many charming venues. The “fine” in fine dining begins with the ambiance when you enter a restaurant. The 1826 Restaurant is bathed in old world elegance. The name of both the restaurant and the bar across the hall commemorates the year the town adopted the name of San Miguel de Allende in honor of Ignacio de Allende, the hero of Mexican independence. The restaurant features an open artisan kitchen and offers the choice of dining indoors or al fresco on the patio amid the vibrant gardens. Another incredible dining option is the Luna Rooftop Tapas Bar. As a regular reader, you have likely noticed my palpable love of both lowbrow humor and tortured puns and therefore might be bracing yourself for me to make a crude play on the bar’s name. I shall surprise both you and me by letting the opportunity pass without comment. Goodness, I suddenly feel abnormally mature.
The climate of San Miguel is very temperate year round which lends itself to spending countless hours on the Luna Rooftop. You will find it the ideal setting for gazing out across the sprawling village below and thinking fondly about your smug brother-in-law back home, the one who warned you against going to Mexico, grilling bratwurst in his backyard surrounded by his little screeching, sawed-off savages while navigating nasty love notes delivered indiscriminately around the yard by the family dog.
Ah, life is good at the Rosewood!