A return to home. We were on our second-to-last night at the Rosewood Mayakoba. A long day in the sun followed by a spectacular dinner. The kind of evening where you’re quietly aware that the end is near and you’re not ready for it. We walked back to our dimly lit room, to see our…
The interesting thing about memories is that how the actual trip went and what we remember later are often two very different things. Especially when a trip becomes a ritual for you and your friends or family that organically continues through the years. You know the type of trip I’m thinking of. One of those…
February can be a quiet month in hospitality. The energy of a new year has settled. The excitement has faded. People are looking ahead, craving something different, or deciding what they’re ready to leave behind. For my family, this time of year often means thinking about warmer weather and choosing where we’ll spend our spring…
A return to consistency. For years, whenever my husband and I were back in Florida and headed out by boat, there was one place we always returned to. Sea Critters was our place. Not because it was trendy or new, but because it was dependable. The staff knew our boat. They knew where we would…
A return to attention. On a recent family trip to the Rosewood Mayakoba, we sat down for breakfast. Before we had even opened the menu, a woman from the wait staff made eye contact with us from across the room. She smiled, walked directly over, and welcomed us back. She wasn’t our server that morning….