There’s a reason this house at EL CIELO RESIDENCIAL will make you feel like weekends last three days.

Imagine.

It’s Friday. You get home from work hot, dirty, and sweaty. All you want is a shower, a cold beer, and to relax watching Netflix, but the moment you walk through the door you hear the most feared words in the universe:

—“We’re out of tortillas.”

It’s your partner. And she’s not just informing you. Very subtly, she’s inviting you to take her out to dinner.

You think about quickly going to buy something. After all, you’ve got Walmart, Soriana, Chedraui, Oxxos, GoMarts, and half of Playa del Carmen less than 10 minutes away by car. But you know that if you step outside, it’s very likely the idea of a “quick stop” at Xcalacoco Beach—just 5 minutes from home—will cross your mind… and that contemplating turquoise waters while having a beer at one of its beach clubs might not be so quick after all, and could end up costing you your marriage.

So you say, “Tortillas?” I’m going to show you where they make the best tacos in Playa del Carmen.

And just like that, in less than five minutes, some incredible castacán tacos magically appear on your table at Taquería Los Compas, and all you can do is thank God for how amazing your life is.

Those gourmet tacos change your vibration.

Suddenly you’re not tired anymore. You’re not hot. You don’t want the couch.

You’re feeling good. You look at your wife, she looks at you… and without saying a word, you both know what’s next.

—“Shall we take a walk?”

Five minutes later, you’re strolling down Fifth Avenue.
Laughter.
People.
Music.
Life.

And then you see the sign: Zenzi Beach.

Warm lights, sand under your feet, a rock band playing live while, just a few meters away, someone spins flaming torches in a fire show as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

You sit down and choose a cocktail from their more than 50 options. If you ask me, my favorite is the Passion Fruit Mezcalita. You enjoy the show and a great conversation that reminds you why you love living here so much.

So when your drinks are finished, you get up and, in less than 10 minutes by car—your body now free of stress—the city fades away and the jungle appears. Crickets, a gentle breeze, and the sound of coatis searching for their dinner.

You park at home.
You open the door.
And everything falls back into place.

Calm.
Intimacy.
The feeling of being exactly where you’re meant to be.

You lie down with your wife.
You breathe.
You rest.

And finally, you understand why in this house
weekends don’t last just two days.