What you will appreciate about Playa Majahuitas, and about glamping in general, is the secludedness, the closeness to nature and the feeling of community. We felt stranded, like two seals introduced to a new colony. The only way on and off our beach was a boat, manned by skilled, bronzed Mexicans. The guest houses, eight casitas spread across the property, each had their own unique tropical nook. One was set on a cliff, another two steps from the beach, ours was in the garden, next to the mango tree. There were no glass windows anywhere; the floors are all open air. The dinner table was communal. There was no television. We read, we talked, we made friends, in true Robinson style.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Denim empire waist top, black lace skirt, gold party dress, linen, high-waisted shorts with matching bralet top by Kalmanovich (contact LuxCartel for more info); Black cut-out ‘Elina’ bathing suit by Marianna G; Calabash ‘Cannonball’ bag by Jacmel & Co, made by local artisans in Haiti, with the help of a Belgian girl named Lucie Cincinatis; Gold mesh phone holder by Anndra Neen; Wooden platform clogs by Rochas; My vintage 70s sunglasses.
Photos by Lara Backmender.