Puppet theater turned Melrose Place style bed and breakfast became my Barbie Dream House™ for five full days. A bed and breakfast about 8 blocks away from the main square and 4 blocks away in the other direction to supposedly the best tacos in town. I personally could marry and divorce time and again the tacos at the truck in front of Pasadena’s Nishikawa Auto Service for both the love I have for them and the hate I have for what they do to my butt.

Four nights at Hotel Marionettas ran us $340, plus an extra $12 for beers, coffees, teas, and internet. That’s about how much I paid just to spend one night in a modern shoebox at the Hudson Hotel in NYC.

Instead we got a room with a king sized bed that had enough room for two people to open their luggage and walk around and even sit in a chair or two without bumping knees. The room itself was very large and airy with two-toned colored walls (cyan/sky blue) and vertical wooden windows that opened completely to let the breeze in. We only used the air conditioning at night, going for a dip in the pool whenever the humidty felt too unbearable. The bathroom like all bathrooms in Merida, had a room with a toilet separated by a the third shower wall, (the shower being a huge tiled box). I have preference for these kinds of bathrooms that are continuously tiled as they remind me of the bathrooms I grew up in Singapore.

This was the first hotel I have ever been where I have stayed on the grounds for over half of the vacation. Most hotels would commonly define “comfort” as a bed in a room with some free soap, but these people actually understand what the concept of that word actually to feels like in the environmental form.

I was in paradise up until the last night when a pair of white deviled children arrived with their father, who had decided to accent his Mexico look of a wife beater, cargo shorts, and gold chain necklace with only the tattoo on his left bicep (the Chinese character for Douchebag). My Chinese is rough at best, but I’ve learned how to recognize some symbols. Thankfully it was our last night, so Raoul (our trusty man of the night) fed us cervasas until it was time to siesta.

Sophie and Daniel Bosco (and Raoul) are at your service at Hotel Marionettas, Calle 29, Merida, Mexico. More pics of the hotel here.