Decades ago, my wife and I shared adventures through the hostels of Europe as wild-eyed teenagers. Fast forward to now - retirement has its comforts, but the thrill of the unexpected still beckons. Enter La Ventana. In a serendipitous escapade, we found ourselves seeking refuge from Hurricane Hillary in the quaint embrace of this Baja jewel.
La Ventana Hostel isn't your typical backpacker's haunt. It's an evocative blend of nostalgia and present-day wonders. The staff? Oh, they’re not just your average employees – they're sizzling with enthusiasm, always dancing that extra mile to ensure your stay is as alluring as a Baja sunset.
Our room, though simple, had that alluring touch of spiciness - impeccably clean and just right for those who appreciate the minimalist beauty. And for the nomadic soul yearning for the sea’s embrace, the beach is but a saucy, short strut away, accompanied by tantalizing food stands that seduce your senses.
Driving aficionados, take note! Cruising around in your vehicle adds that dash of exhilaration, offering tempting tastes of distant beaches and hidden eateries.
But the pièce de résistance? The open-air kitchen where we cooked up a storm. Literally! As Hurricane Hillary whirled outside, my wife and I, along with two brave souls from the staff, conjured a pre-hurricane feast that I dare say, might’ve given the tempest a touch of envy.
La Ventana Hostel and Hotel, you're a flirty wink of an experience we didn’t know we were yearning for.
