Escape to Paradise: Posada Lamar Tulum Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the turquoise dream that is Escape to Paradise: Posada Lamar Tulum Awaits! And trust me, this ain't your grandma's review. This is real, unfiltered, slightly-obsessive travel diary material. I'm going to break it down, yeah, but let's be honest, I'm mostly going to gush, vent, and probably get distracted by the sheer vibe of Tulum.
First, The Gist (and I mean, SEO, too):
This place? Posada Lamar Tulum? Absolutely worth a look. They're going for that chic, eco-conscious Tulum vibe, and honestly, they mostly pull it off. Think breezy, Instagrammable rooms, a focus on wellness, and right there, ready for you to enjoy. This review will cover everything, from accessibility to the best darn massage I've had in YEARS. So, if you're looking for Tulum hotels, Tulum resorts, a romantic getaway Tulum, or are generally just dreaming of Tulum Mexico and searching for Posada Lamar Tulum reviews, you're in the right place. I'll give you the lowdown on accessibility for disabled guests, the spa, the swimming pool, the restaurants, and whether it truly lives up to the "Escape to Paradise" billing. You're welcome.
Accessibility: The Real Deal (and Yeah, I’ve got Opinions)
Okay, accessibility. This is where things get…complicated. Posada Lamar says they offer facilities for disabled guests. They do have an elevator, which is HUGE in a multi-story hotel. But I'm not a wheelchair user, so I can't tell you definitively how truly accessible it is. The website doesn't go into super-specific detail. You'll definitely want to contact them directly and be very, very specific about your needs. Ask about room layouts, ramp grades, bathroom grab bars…the whole shebang. Because a hotel can say they're accessible, but the reality can be…less than. So, for now, pending further investigation, I'm cautiously optimistic but emphasizing caution.
Cleanliness and Covid-Era Shenanigans: Did They Actually Sanitize?
Listen, I'm kind of a neat freak (don't judge). And traveling during the pandemic? Adds a whole new layer of anxiety. Posada Lamar appears to take cleanliness seriously. They boast anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, individually-wrapped food options, rooms sanitized between stays, and staff trained in safety protocol. Hand sanitizer stations everywhere. They also have a sanitized kitchen and tableware items plus a safe dining setup. They even have a room sanitization opt-out available.
Honestly, I saw the staff wiping down surfaces constantly. They even gave me a look for not sanitizing my hands before I touched the welcome fruit. A good look. I appreciated it so, so much. But I'm also a cynical traveler. Did they really do all of this? Honestly, I don't know for sure. But everything felt clean and safe. And, crucially, I didn’t get sick! That’s a win in my book.
Rooms: My Little Hammock-Filled Hideaway (Minus the Hammock-Filled Part)
Alright, let’s get to the good stuff. I stayed in a room with air conditioning (thank GOD), blackout curtains (heaven!), and free Wi-Fi (which, surprisingly, actually worked!). The room had a desk (because, you know, gotta pretend to work while in paradise), a safe box, and a refrigerator (essential for keeping those cervezas cold). There was a lovely coffee/tea maker and complimentary tea. I loved the bathrobes and slippers -- a nice touch of luxury that elevates the whole experience.
There was also a mirror, some towels, a shower, a separate bathtub, some toiletries, a closet. All the usual suspects. I should note, there were no hammocks, which was a bit of a bummer. I was seriously hoping to kick back with a good book and a cocktail (or three) in a hammock but I'm willing to overlook that minor setback because the room was so lovely.
The room had an internet access – wireless, and the internet was pretty good. The bed was comfortable, but not the kind you sink into forever, which I prefer. The windows opened, allowing for some nice air and a lovely view. The view wasn't of an actual beach, but of the lovely grounds.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Feed Me, Seymour!
Oh, the food. Let's just say, I ate very well. Posada Lamar offers a restaurant with a la carte options and a buffet in restaurant. They offer Asian cuisine in restaurant, which I am more than happy to always experience. There's also a coffee/tea in restaurant, and a poolside bar because, duh. I took full advantage of the breakfast buffet and, several times, got breakfast in room. The fruit was delicious. I was obsessed with the pastries! Just a note: The buffet is well-stocked, but they do offer vegetarian restaurant and alternative meal arrangement. However, I don't see any vegan options.
There's a bar for cocktails (duh again!), a snack bar for when you're feeling peckish, and room service [24-hour]. I may have indulged in a midnight pizza (don't judge). The bottle of water that comes with every room is very welcome.
They also have several restaurants with international cuisine in the restaurant, and Western cuisine in the restaurant.
The highlight: THE MASSAGE. I’ve had, like, a thousand massages in my life. Okay, maybe not a thousand, but a lot. The one I experienced at Posada Lamar was simply top-tier. The masseuse (bless her hands, I can’t remember her name, but she was a goddess) managed to knead out knots I didn't even know I had. It was so relaxing that I nearly fell asleep during the procedure. I could have spent hours more just relaxing. I felt like my body had been gently sculpted and redesigned. There are several spa options available; including the body scrub and body wrap. The spa itself is gorgeous, with a pool with view, sauna, steamroom, and a foot bath. My friend and I spent a solid couple of hours there and it was glorious. The spa is a must-do.
They also have a Fitness center, for the health-conscious. I, regrettably, did not visit.
Things To Do (Besides Eat and Get Massaged, duh):
The hotel has a Swimming pool [outdoor]. You could spend the entire time there. There are also options for Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. (See previous page)
Essential Services and Conveniences: The Nitty-Gritty
Okay, the practical stuff. They offer air conditioning in public area, concierge, currency exchange, daily housekeeping, doorman, dry cleaning, elevator, facilities for disabled guests, food delivery, gift/souvenir shop, invoice provided, ironing service, laundry service, luggage storage, safety deposit boxes, taxi service, and are a hotel chain.
Internet Access: Crucial for the Digital Nomad (or Me, at Least)
They boast Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and have Internet access – wireless. This is a huge plus for working while traveling or, you know, just posting pictures of your gorgeous surroundings. The Wi-Fi was pretty reliable, which is not always the case in Tulum. The internet was internet [LAN] too. They have Wi-Fi for special events and Audio-visual equipment for special events.
Safety and Security: Because Peace of Mind is Priceless
Posada Lamar has CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, a fire extinguisher, front desk [24-hour], non-smoking rooms, safety/security feature, security [24-hour], smoke alarms.
Getting Around: The Tulum Shuffle (and I Need a Taxi)
They offer Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking.
For the Kids: Bringing the Clan (And I don't)
While I didn't bring any kids, Posada Lamar appears Family/child friendly. They offer Babysitting service and **Kids facilities
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're actually going to Tulum. Specifically, the Posada Lamar. Which, by the way, I've been staring at pictures of for approximately six months straight, fueled by cheap tequila and the delusion I actually deserve this. Here's the messy, beautiful, probably-going-to-fall-apart itinerary:
Tulum Whirlwind: A Posada Lamar Ramble (with High Hopes and Possible Tears)
Day 1: Arrival and "Where the Hell is the Tequila?"
- Morning (A.M. - or as close as I can humanly get): ARRIVAL! (Hopefully. Flights are the devil). Pray to whatever travel gods exist that my luggage arrives and my stomach doesn’t decide to wage war on the airplane food. Seriously, if I have to spend the first 24 hours hugging a toilet, all this anticipation will have been for NOTHING. (Emotion: Anticipation, laced with terror.)
- Afternoon (More like late-ish A.M. than afternoon, let's be real): Arrival at Posada Lamar. Deep breath. Okay, just breathe. Check-in. Pray the room looks like the pictures. I'm picturing breezy, white-washed walls, a hammock practically calling my name… reality probably involves a slightly wonky air conditioner and questionable plumbing. (But I’m holding onto that dream.)
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening (After the inevitable unpacking and a frantic cry for a decent coffee): Explore. Seriously, explore. Posada Lamar is supposed to be all beachy-boho-chic, so I'll wander, take pictures, and attempt to channel my inner Instagram influencer (which is probably more like my inner bewildered tourist). Crucial: FIND THE TEQUILA. This is non-negotiable. First priority. Seriously, where is the tequila?
- Evening: Dinner - A Night of Maya Magic (or, I hope, at least edible food) I aim to wander into the local culinary scene - or what seems to be a culinary scene based on reviews - find a little resturant and make friends, maybe to share my stories and get some tips. I'll go early-ish to avoid the crowds. Pray the food doesn’t give me food poisoning. (Emotional roller coaster: Hope, hunger, and the lurking fear of Montezuma's Revenge). A note to self - don't be shy!
Day 2: Cenotes, Sweat, and the Eternal Quest for the Perfect Photo
- Morning: Cenote Dreams (and Reality-Check Water Temperatures) The reason I’m in Tulum. I've seen a million photos of sparkling cenotes, and I'm envisioning myself gracefully gliding through crystal-clear water, looking like a mermaid. Reality? Probably thrashing about awkwardly, swallowing water, and encountering a rogue fish that stares at me judgmentally. I’m thinking Gran Cenote. Or maybe Dos Ojos. Decisions, decisions, made infinitely harder by the heat and the fact that I'm still not sure I like swimming. (Emotional state: pure, unfiltered EXCITEMENT… tinged with slight panic.)
- Lunch (or the Attempt Thereof): Find a little, hopefully shady spot to fuel, rehydrate, and maybe try some of the authentic street food. I'm talking tacos al pastor, maybe some fresh ceviche… or I might chicken out and have a sad sandwich. We’ll see. How adventurous am I feeling after a morning of potential fish-based judging? Stay tuned!
- Afternoon: Beach (and the Battle Against Beach Hair) Okay, beach time. The Posada Lamar is supposed to have access to a killer beach. I'm picturing myself lounging under a palm tree, sipping a margarita, looking effortlessly tanned and gorgeous. Reality? Wind-whipped hair, sand EVERYWHERE, and probably a sunburn. But still, BEAUTIFUL beach. (Emotional state: Hope, vanity, and the understanding that I will, in fact, be covered in sand).
- Evening: The Search For the Best Sunset! This is the goal. I am determined to find the perfect spot to watch a Tulum sunset. My camera is at the ready. I may have to hop around locations to find THE spot. I'm going for full dramatic sunset photo shoot. This will be a challenge, considering how often I get distracted by the need for more tequila. (Emotional state: Unwavering determination, mixed with the knowledge that I'll need to be up the next morning).
Day 3: The Tulum Ruins, Culture, and the Questionable Art of Souvenir Shopping
- Morning: Ruins of Glory (and a Heaping Helping of Sunscreen) Tulum Ruins. Tourist Central, I know. But I can't not go. I'm envisioning myself wandering amongst the ancient structures, feeling a deep connection to the Mayan civilization… Reality? Sweating buckets, surrounded by throngs of fellow tourists, and possibly getting lost. But the views, I’m told, are worth it. Sunscreen is ESSENTIAL. (Emotional state: Awe, coupled with the potential for extreme irritation).
- Lunch: The Search for Authentic Food (Part 2) I’ll attempt to eat something that isn’t a burger. Maybe some cochinita pibil? The adventure continues!
- Afternoon: The Art of Haggling (and the inevitable overspending) Souvenir shopping. Oh, dear. I will, inevitably, buy something I don't need and regret later. The secret: act like you know what you're doing. Haggle like your life depends on it. Don't buy the first thing you see. Drink more tequila. (Emotional state: Exhaustion, excitement and an ever-present urge to buy trinkets).
- Evening: Farewell Dinner (and a final plea for a decent margarita) One last amazing meal, I hope. This time, I will attempt to find a restaurant that’s not full of tourists. I will attempt to find a restaurant. (Emotional state: Sadness, hope, and the burning knowledge that I'm going to miss this place).
Day 4: Leaving Tulum, Headaches, and the Promise of a Return Trip
- Morning: The Great Departure (And the Dreaded Pack) One last attempt to enjoy the beach, maybe drink one last coffee. Because who am I kidding? Packing is my nemesis. I'll probably forget something crucial. (Emotional state: Resignation. Acceptance. And the creeping fear that I've left something behind).
- Afternoon: Travel Home. The long trip back, I can almost taste the comfort of my own bed. (Emotional state: Exhaustion, nostalgia, and the already-forming desire to return as soon as possible).
Observations/Rambles/Imperfections (Because Life Isn't Perfect):
- Seriously, Where's the Tequila? I will continue this investigation. Updates to follow.
- The Mosquito Situation: I’m prepped with repellent, but I bet I'll still get bitten. I'm a mosquito magnet. Pray for me.
- The Language Barrier: My Spanish is… well, let’s just say it's a work in progress. Expect lots of pointing, hand gestures, and hopefully, some friendly locals who understand my desperate attempts to communicate.
- The Instagram Pressure: I want to take gorgeous photos. But I also want to live in the moment. Finding the balance will be… interesting.
- The Emotional Rollercoaster: Prepare for meltdowns, moments of pure joy, and potentially, a lot of awkwardness. I mean, that's just me.
- The Plan is merely a suggestion. I fully expect this to diverge wildly from reality. But hey, that's the fun, right?
- Most Important: Sunscreen! (Seriously, I will ruin this trip if I fry)
And that, my friends, is my plan. Wish me luck! (I'm going to need it.)
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Seriously, is this Posada Lamar place *really* as dreamy as the pictures? Because Instagram, you know…
Okay, let's be real. Instagram is a curated lie, right? BUT, Posada Lamar? It comes *close*. The pictures are beautiful, yeah. But they don't capture the *feeling*. Like, picture this: You're waking up, not to a jarring alarm, but to the sound of palm trees whispering sweet nothings and the faintest hint of salty air. Then you stumble out of your cabaña and *bam!* Ocean view. And not just *a* view. A *holy-crap-that's-blue* view. It’s not perfect – the internet can be spotty (but honestly, good riddance!), and sometimes the air conditioning gets a mind of its own. But that’s the charm! It’s like, perfectly imperfect. Just… *breathe*.
How do I get there? (Because Google Maps sometimes lies to me.)
Alright, listen up because this is *crucial*. You’re flying into Cancun, right? Okay, deep breath. Forget your Uber fantasies. You're likely going to be doing the transfer to Tulum, either a private shuttle or a shared one, or maybe even a public ADO bus... which, okay, let's be honest, is a *journey*. Expect a bit of a bumpy ride. Traffic can be a beast. And that last stretch, the "hotel zone" of Tulum? Buckle up, because it's a dusty, slightly chaotic dance between cyclists, golf carts, and the occasional rogue sand dune. Posada Lamar itself is pretty far down, toward the southern end of the beach, which means you'll be navigating the hotel zone – the part that seems to have swallowed all of the budget. It’s not a *terrible* drive, but pack some patience. The reward, though? Totally worth it. Also, get your hands on a local SIM card. Seriously. Trying to navigate without data in Tulum is like trying to find the perfect taco while blindfolded. Possible, maybe, but incredibly frustrating (and probably won't end well.)
What's the vibe like? Am I going to be surrounded by influencers and people trying to sell me kombucha?
Okay, this is where things get interesting. Posada Lamar is *not* a mega-resort teeming with influencers striking poses. It's more... chilled. Think barefoot elegance. Think people who actually *live* in Tulum. The vibe is relaxed, friendly, and fiercely independent. I saw all types- from folks on their honeymoon doing yoga to families, to people who looked like they'd been living in Tulum for like, five years - like they were part of the furniture. There is kombucha available, and even a yoga class or two, but it’s all very low-key. Everyone's just… *chilling*. The real draw is the intimacy and the genuine appreciation for the environment. It’s about disconnecting from the noise and reconnecting with yourself, the ocean, the stars…oh, and the margaritas, definitely the margaritas. But still, be prepared to meet people who will probably not want to talk about their business because even after all these years it is still about respecting the land, culture, and environment!
Let's talk food. Because, you know, sustenance. Is the restaurant good?
Okay, the restaurant. *Ugh,* the restaurant. It’s a bit of a mixed bag, if I'm being brutally honest, but still, the food is good! I mean, the setting alone is practically worth the price of admission. Right on the beach, tables in the sand, the ocean breeze... it’s all so gorgeous. The breakfast is pretty solid, your standard fare- eggs, fruit, coffee (delicious, I might add), a few fresh juices. The lunch and dinner menus, are something else. Try everything. You might have to wait a bit for your food, but trust me, the wait is part of the charm. And the fresh fish? Oh, man. One night, I had this grilled snapper... I'm still dreaming about it. Though, okay, fine, one time the service was slow (we're talking *really* slow), and I got a little hangry, but I will remember the fish more than the wait! Let's be honest, if you're in a rush, you're doing Tulum wrong.
What should I pack? (Besides my overly-optimistic expectations, of course.)
My advice? Pack light. Tulum is all about breezy, comfortable clothing. Think:
- Lightweight dresses or flowy pants.
- Swimsuits (obviously. Bring *multiple* – you will live in them.)
- Sunscreen (the good, reef-safe stuff, please!). Do NOT skimp. You will regret it.
- A hat.
- Sunglasses.
- Bug spray – *essential* at dusk. Those mosquitos are sneaky little demons.
- A reusable water bottle. Hydrate!
- Good walking shoes – you'll be doing a lot of exploring (and probably kicking your feet up in the sand).
- A small backpack or tote bag- for carrying your things.
- A good book (or, you know, a whole Kindle library – I'm not judging.)
Okay, the beach... what's the deal with the sargassum (seaweed)? Is it a dealbreaker?
Sargassum. Ugh. It's the elephant in the room, the seaweed monster under the bed, the uninvited guest at the beach party. It's a problem, and it fluctuates wildly. Some days, the beach is pristine, white sand bliss. Other days? Well, let's just say it's a bit of a natural… *compost*. Posada Lamar does its best to clear it, but there's only so much they can do. During peak sargassum season (usually summer), be prepared for a bit of... *work* getting to the water. But even then, don't let it ruin your day! It's nature, you know? Embrace it. Build a seaweed fort. Use it as a quirky photo prop. Or just head to the cenotes (underground swimming holes) if the coastline is a bit too brown! And honestly I was so over it by the end of the trip, but the rest of the beauty of the place truly shines and the sargassum is only a temporary inconvenience.
Are there things to do besides, you know, *existing* on the beach?
Oh, absolutely! Don't just *be* on the beachScenic Stays
