I have a well-documented obsession with pink buildings:
the Pink Hotel in my Michigan hometown
the Stylenanda Pink Hotel in Seoul,
not to mention the Glossier mostly-pink pop-up stores in Chicago and Seattle.
But this pretty-in-pink princess may just take the cake.
^ Officially known as the Pueblo Bonito Rose, she is the sister resort and next-door neighbor to our all-white lodgings, known as the Blanco. We could visit the sparkling turquoise pool here, or take our meals in the pink-shaded courtyards, but honestly, we have never really gotten around to that.
^ The main reason we walk over here to the Rose is to use the ATM. What a delicious mash-up of practicality and utter romance.
^ And the best time to do that is in late afternoon, when the western sun sets these pink walls to glowing, and each facet of the cleverly deigned building is cast in rose-colored relief to the others.
6 She becomes a study in lines, angles, planes, and shapes, all radiating subtle variations of rosy light, complemented by lush tropical greenery, curving and arcing in its own elegant geometry.
^ I do get quite caught up in her elegant appearance. Funny though, I don't want to stay here. The thought rarely even crosses my mind.
^ It's enough to walk by her every other day or so, to drink in her exotic beauty, and to admire her pink charm.
^ My daughters admire her too. I can't imagine how anyone could resist her sweet charms.
^ And when we return to the Blanco, our pristinely white home-away-from-home, we stop by the flamingo pool to admire our own smaller version of pretty in pink.
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Read all about my latest trip to Mexico
Vamos A Mexico!
Me Gusta Nadar
Bonita En Rosa
El Jardin Me Hace Sonrier
La Comida A Flora Farms
La Mejor Parte
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