Wow… That Was a Good One (Secrets Huatulco Edition) 🌴🍹

 

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Wow… That Was a Good One (Secrets Huatulco Edition) 🌴🍹

Confession: I had never even heard of Huatulco until last year when we joined UVC.

It was filed in my brain under:
“Lower-tier 1:1 resorts… same bucket as Cozumel and Puerto Vallarta.”

Translation?
In my head it was a value play.

Then Brad and Jennifer (friends we met in Cozumel) casually mention they flew DFW direct and loved it.

Direct flight?
Positive review?
Small, quiet town?

Now you’ve got my attention.


The Internet Tried to Scare Me Off

Before booking, I did what everyone does:

I read the reviews.

And the internet had thoughts:

  • “Older resort.” (Built in 2011, which apparently now qualifies as ancient ruins.)

  • “Dated.”

  • “Too quiet.”

  • “Swimming questionable — red flags and riptides.”

  • “Small downtown.”

  • “Not Cancun energy.”

And somehow… that made me more curious.

Quiet? Smaller crowds? Less chaos?
You’re describing a feature, not a bug.


The Seasonal Plot Twist

Last year I found a killer late-September price and locked it in.

Then I went to book flights.

No bueno.

That’s when I learned Huatulco is very much a dry-season darling. Easy access in winter. Shoulder season? Slim pickings.

So I pivoted to Cozumel and went back to the drawing board.

And that’s when I cracked the code that has now changed how we book everything:

  1. Find flights first.

  2. Put them on hold.

  3. Lock down the resort.

  4. Go back and finalize flights.

I no longer book resorts first and pray the airline gods cooperate.

This small shift has saved stress, money, and mild rage.


The Hyatt Globalist Hack

Since we’re now Hyatt Globalist (top of their food chain — cue royal music), we’ve adopted another ritual.

We book a room the night before departure at the Grand Hyatt DFW using points.

Translation:

  • $0 out of pocket.

  • Free covered parking all week.

  • No Dallas traffic anxiety the morning of the flight.

  • Stress level reduced by 73%.

Last Monday we rolled into Terminal D, parked literally Row 1 covered, checked into an upgraded executive suite (thank you, Globalist gods), had an incredible dinner downstairs, a few drinks… and called it a night.

Smooth. Elite. Adult.


The Shoe Incident (A Personal Low Point)

Then at dinner, mid-bite, I had a thought.

“I didn’t pack any dinner shoes.”

None.

Zero.

Not loafers. Not closed sandals. Just sad emergency sneakers.

WTF.

We don’t board until 10am. Walmart is four miles away.

Alarm set. Crisis managed.

But still… deeply disappointed in myself.


Arrival: Oaxaca, Baby

Breakfast included. Literally around the corner to check-in. Less than three hours later we’re landing in Oaxaca — first time for us.

The approach into Huatulco is worth mentioning.

You come over a mountain range, circle the coastline twice, and descend in this wide spiral over the bay.

It’s dramatic.

It’s cinematic.

It’s the kind of landing where everyone suddenly looks out the window like they’re in a tourism commercial.

Thirty minutes later?
Private transfer pulls into Secrets Huatulco.


Expectations: Low. Reality: Impressive.

I showed up thinking:

“Alright, value trip. Manage expectations.”

Give me:

  • 3 meals a day

  • Cold adult beverages

  • A clean room

  • A beach and a pool

I’m easy.

They exceeded that baseline all week.


The Layout (Which Is Actually Brilliant)

There are six ocean-facing buildings, each set slightly behind the other, with each one taller than the one in front.

Translation:
Almost everyone gets a legit ocean view.

We were 99% happy with our room.

Only nitpick?
Smaller TV.

Which matters exactly zero percent because we barely turned it on.

Next time though?
Front building. Swim-out room.

Period.


The Three Tiny “Bugs”

Because no trip is perfect:

  1. Preferred Club Lounge
    Hilariously small. Six chairs. Tiny bar.
    BUT — air conditioning, top-shelf liquor, good snacks.
    So… I forgive you.

  2. No Dinner Buffet
    Breakfast and lunch only.
    Sometimes you just want shorts and a t-shirt and a quick plate of something.
    But every restaurant had outdoor seating, and there’s 24-hour room service.
    So again… not a deal breaker.

  3. Chair Game at 9am
    If you weren’t down there early, it got competitive.
    Bali beds available for rent.
    Money solves many problems.


The Pool Setup: Surprisingly Awesome

Three pools, stacked vertically:

  • Bottom: Loud, activity pool, swim-up bar chaos.

  • Middle: Smaller, near the Barefoot Grill, warm-ish hot tub.

  • Top: Quiet pool with a mini lazy-river vibe.

You could literally change your energy level by walking up a few stairs.

I respected that design.


The Canadian Invasion 🇨🇦

Apparently, Canadians have been quietly loving Huatulco for decades.

When they found out our flight was under 3 hours from DFW, their faces did this:

“Must be nice.”

We met at least a dozen genuinely awesome people.

One couple leaned right politically.

The rest leaned left.

When the right-leaning couple started talking politics, half the pool quietly drifted to the other side like synchronized swimmers escaping awkwardness.

I stayed out of it.  Well .. sort of.  We had a great converstaion.  Hey, he started it.

Poolside politics is undefeated comedy.


The Beach

Stunning.

Palapas everywhere.

Long walks? Incredible.

Snorkeling? Solid.

Red flags? Sure.

Swimming? Plenty of people out there having a blast.

We mostly admired it from a lounger with a drink in hand.

Balance.


The UTI Plot Twist (Because Of Course)

Day one.

Full-blown UTI.

First time in my life.

I had no idea what was happening other than I wasn’t sleeping, constant urge to urinate and something was very wrong.

On-site doctor? Absolute pro.

Injection. Meds. Problem handled.

Cost: ~$600.
Travel insurance: should cover it.

Still… nothing like a bladder rebellion to humble you on vacation.

Getting old? Possibly.


The Rest of the Week

Sunshine.
Pools.
Great food.
New friends.
Good service (I tip — just saying).
Easy 30-minute transfers.

Zero chaos.
Zero overcrowding.
Zero Cancun madness.


Final Verdict

Huatulco surprised us.

It’s quiet — in a good way.
It feels authentic.
It doesn’t scream spring break.

Will we go back?

Yes.

When? No idea.

Rainy season (hot + humid summers) is a hard pass.

Next winter? Very possible.

But one thing’s for sure:

What started as a “value trip” turned into one of those sneaky-good vacations that stays on your radar permanently.

And next time?

Swim-out room.

And shoes.

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Day One

Crammed into two seats per side



Teaser!!!

View from out room (sort of)



The Love Shack

Day 2/3
2 of the Pools


Bare Foot bar / grill


Day 4



mid and upper pool

Day 5




All 6 buildings plus center area

Every night was this beauriful

Spa up there

Day 6

Mezcal rules this region. Our tasting day


Yes.. there's the worm!


Hibachi!


Day 7

UVC provided Bali Bed

Incredible view


Final night in Paradise


Final Day

Smaller airport

First Class, tiny plance.  Got Comfy



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