A fitness-focused spot famous for its Bikini Boot Camp. There are no locks on the doors—only latches on the inside—but the resident Labradors know who’s staying here and who doesn’t belong.
The sound track is 1970’s rock, the waiter wears a T-shirt that reads SLACKER, and the chef–co-owner Eric Werner is a bearded Brooklyn transplant. Try the smoky wood-fired pork.
Owned by the brother of Amansala’s owner, it’s a good spot for breakfast on the touristy northern end of the beach: order the huevos divorciados (eggs with salsa roja and salsa verde).
A Mexican handicrafts store where we stumbled upon a stash of local lobby cards for 1970’s movies at 50 pesos (around $4) each.
At the swankest hotel in town, the Argentinean-style rooms have limestone walls, freestanding tubs, and air-conditioning—not to mention "holistic card readings."
Euro-house lounge music provides a mellow backdrop for conversation and cocktails that combine mezcal with hibiscus, cinnamon, and orange.
A new 20-room resort opened by a former New York club promoter. Splurge on the two-story villa suite, with a sleeping loft made from reclaimed timber and a massive hand-painted Asian lantern.
A recent arrival from Cancún. Recommended: los figurines (lettuce wraps with fresh seafood) and aguachidos, an extra-spicy ceviche with cucumber, pickled red onion, purple cabbage, and habanero salsa.
A rough-hewn limestone beach house converted into an intimate inn, this hotel established a fashion beachhead in the style-centric section of town—Jade Jagger and Sienna Miller are regulars.
Take in the carefully restored relics of a civilization that thrived in the 13th–15th centuries. The reconstructed temples are jaw-dropping—even from the distance imposed by the ropes that guard them.
