Cayo Santa Maria: Sun, Sand... and a Stomach Bug (Fingers Crossed it's Isolated)
Okay, let's be real, 18 trips to Cuba means I've seen a thing or two. So, venturing to Cayo Santa Maria was like checking out a new chapter in my Cuban adventure book. Here's the lowdown:
Beach: Picture-perfect! White sand, turquoise water, a total postcard come to life. I could have planted myself there and soaked up the rays forever (if it weren't for the... you'll see).
Pool: Gorgeous, too. But here's the thing: towel bandits. Tourists staking out their spots before the sun even peeks over the horizon, leaving towels unattended for hours on end. It's a common beachside annoyance, but this was next-level frustrating. Come on, folks, share the sunshine!
Rooms: Modern, comfy, and bug-free, hallelujah! Hot water on demand? Score! My spot in block 2 wasn't the closest to the action, but hey, peace and quiet was a nice trade-off. Unless you're a light sleeper - then maybe request block 3 or 4. A rogue soundtrack from another hotel seemed to have migrated into our rooms, but hey, free entertainment, right?
Service: Cuban hospitality in full swing. Sure, sometimes it might be a little laid-back, but that's the whole island vibe, right? Relax, smile, and go with the flow. The bartenders were friendly, the cleaners kept things spotless, and the restaurant staff... well, they were either all over you or nowhere to be found. But hey, I found food, the drinks kept flowing, and that's what matters.
Food: Not gourmet, but tasty. Pizza for the first few days? Yes, please! Stir-fry lines a tad long, but worth the wait. Buffet always offered something to fill my belly, although the grill-fresh options were definitely a step up. Now, here's the not-so-sunny part: food poisoning. Yep, me and about 5 out of 8 of my travel buddies got hit with a case of the grumbles. Not cool, Santa Maria. Heard similar stories from other guests, too. But hey, let's hope it was a one-off blip, because...
Entertainment: The crew brought the energy! Once they arrived (seemed like half my trip they were on break?), these guys kept everyone entertained, from kids to grandparents. I was a bit too under the weather to join in on the fun, but watching everyone else having a blast was a joy in itself. Special shout-out to Jose Alain - calm, friendly, and always down for a chat. He brightened our days, even amidst the stomach woes.
Overall: Cayo Santa Maria was a beautiful escape with some kinks to iron out. Beach and pool, check. Service with a smile, check (mostly). Food? Well, let's just say I packed some Pepto-Bismol for my next trip. But hey, the sunshine, the good vibes, and Jose Alain's infectious good mood almost make up for the dodgy digestion. Just a heads-up, fellow Cuba lovers!
So, would I recommend Cayo Santa Maria? Absolutely! But pack your Pepto just in case, and definitely don't tolerate those towel bandits. Now, excuse me while I go chase the sunset (and maybe some Imodium).