Saint George Hotel - Spa & Temazcal Tequisquiapan Mexico

Escape to Paradise: Luxury Spa & Temazcal at Saint George Hotel, Tequisquiapan

Escape to Paradise: Saint George Hotel - A Messy, Wonderful Dive In (Tequisquiapan, Here We Come!)

Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I just got back from a stay at the Saint George Hotel in Tequisquiapan, and let me tell you, it was… an experience. Forget that perfectly manicured brochure vibe. This is real life, with all its gloriously imperfect glory. And honestly? I loved it.

Let's get one thing straight: this place is called "Escape to Paradise." Big words, right? Let me unpack if they deliver.

First, the Essentials (Before the Glorious Chaos):

Accessibility (and the "Almost" Perfect): Okay, this is important. They say they offer facilities for disabled guests. I didn’t specifically assess it, but the elevator is definitely a win. The layout looks promising, but definitely clarify specifics with the hotel if you need it. Transparency is key, and always call to check accessibility for your specific needs.
Cleanliness and Safety: (Whew, Relief!) I am a germaphobe. Period. And in these times, that fear is amplified. Happy to report, ST George is doing their best. They've got all the basics covered: anti-viral cleaning, hand sanitizer, a doctor on call (though I didn’t need them, thankfully!), and staff in masks. It’s not sterile – thank heavens!– but it feels secure. The rooms are definitely sanitized between stays, and you can opt out of room cleaning (which, pro-tip, I always do).
Internet (Free Wi-Fi Nirvana!): Let’s face it, we're all addicted. Free Wi-Fi everywhere is a HUGE selling point. And it actually works. Free WI-FI in all rooms! Hallelujah! And the connection was decent enough for streaming movies. Definitely a win in my book.

Okay, Now the Good Stuff: The Spa, the Temazcal, and My Near-Death Experience in… Well, Maybe Not Death, But Definitely Intense:

Forget the hotel, let's talk about the spa. This is where the magic truly happens. And it's intense.

The whole reason I booked this place was the promise of a luxury spa experience, which leads us to my personal hell and heaven experience: The Temazcal! (The name of the hotel's spa is "Temazcal.")

The Temazcal: A Spiritual Sauna That Will Challenge Your Very Existence (in a Good Way, Maybe?)

Look, I'm not, like, a “spiritual guru.” I’m more of a “wine-and-snacks-on-the-sofa” kind of gal. But I was intrigued. The Saint George hotel's Temazcal is this traditional, sweat-lodge thing, where you sit in a super hot, dark space with a shaman who guides you through a spiritual journey.

My biggest mistake: Not drinking enough water before entering!

(Warning: rambles ahead) Let me describe this properly. I went in with an open mind. I was prepared to relax and embrace the experience. I imagined gently swaying in the heat, drifting off to a gentle meditation.
Wrong, so wrong: The heat. Oh. My. God. It was like being slowly roasted from the inside out. The shaman was chanting in a language I didn’t understand (though she was really nice!), and the air was thick with the scent of herbs and something that smelled vaguely… earthy.
My inner monologue was screaming, "Get me the hell out of here!" But I pressed on, determined to be a good "newbie".
Then…the pouring of the water: The shaman, she poured water on the hot stones. The steam EXPLODED. I thought my lungs would melt. I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes – or maybe I was just light-headed from the heat.
All I saw was darkness, and all I heard was the Shaman’s chant, and finally I felt my body beginning to give up. I was starting to worry about my own vital functions.
Then…the miracle of the finish: Suddenly, the session ended. I stumbled out, dripping with sweat, feeling like I'd run a marathon in a furnace. I went to the open pool, and I have never felt so good in my entire life.

Here's the thing: It wasn’t “relaxing” in the traditional sense. It was… intense. But honestly? It was transformative. I felt cleansed, both physically and mentally. And the post-Temazcal massage? Pure bliss.

So, is the Temazcal worth it? Absolutely. But be warned: it's not for the faint of heart. Or, you know, people who don’t hydrate. I will be rebooking this…I think…

More Spa Goodness (Because You'll Need It After the Temazcal):

Massage: Oh, the massages! They're the real deal. Knot-busting, stress-melting magic. Book one before your Temazcal session if you want to show up relaxed.
Sauna/Steamroom: Standard spa fare, but still a lovely way to unwind.
Pools with Views: Yep. Gorgeous views. The outdoor pool(s) are lovely, the perfect place to cool off after the Temazcal experience.

The Food (Fuel for Your Adventures):

Breakfast (Buffet or Room Service): The hotel has a nice buffet breakfast, with all the usual suspects. Room service is available, too (perfect for lazy mornings).
Restaurants and Bars: There are a few options, including a la carte restaurants for lunch and dinner, a convenient pool-side bar (essential!), and a coffee shop. Honestly, the food was decent. Not award-winning, but perfectly acceptable and convenient.
Vegetarian Options? Yes!
Asian Breakfast/Cuisine? Yes!

My Verdict: Book It, But Be Prepared for Adventure!

Look, the Saint George Hotel isn’t perfect. It's not the most luxurious hotel I’ve ever stayed in. The decor is maybe a little dated, a little less glam than the marketing photos suggest. But it’s got charm, it’s got character, and it's got that Temazcal.

Here's my offer, for YOU:

Escape to Paradise: The Saint George Hotel Experience!

Book your stay before [insert date - maybe in two weeks from now] and receive:

A free Temazcal session: Prepare to sweat! (And potentially have a spiritual awakening.)
A complimentary massage: Because you’ll need it!
Free upgrade to a room with a balcony: Enjoy those Tequisquiapan views.
10% off all spa treatments: Because you deserve extra pampering.
Free Breakfast for all of your party: Fuel up before your adventure!

Why book now?

Unforgettable Experience: The Temazcal alone is worth the trip!
Relaxation and Rejuvenation: Escape the city stress and unwind.
Authentic Mexican Charm: Immerse yourself in the beauty of Tequisquiapan.

Click here to book your Escape to Paradise now before the offer ends.

Trust me, you won’t regret it. Just maybe bring extra water.

(P.S. The staff are lovely and helpful too, even when I was dripping sweat after the Temazcal) But!

The Less-Than-Perfect Stuff:

The "Details”: While the core experience is excellent, the minor stuff can be a tad… inconsistent. Some room decorations felt a little "meh," and some of the facilities were, you know, not the newest.
The Drive: The drive from Mexico City is easy, which is fantastic.

Final Thoughts:

Saint George Hotel is not just a place to stay, it's an adventure. A messy, imperfect, and ultimately wonderful adventure. It’s a place to unwind, explore, and maybe, just maybe, push your boundaries a little bit. Go. Experience the Temazcal. And then tell me I was wrong. I dare you.

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Saint George Hotel - Spa & Temazcal Tequisquiapan Mexico

Alright, buckle up, buttercups! You're about to get the real Saint George Hotel & Spa & Temazcal experience, Tequisquiapan-style. Forget those perfectly polished travel blogs. This is my brain vomit, and it's gonna be delicious (or at least, entertainingly disastrous).

Day 1: Arrival & Tequisquiapan Tango

1:00 PM: Arrive & Initial "OMG, I'm in Paradise" Moment. Okay, let's be real, getting to paradise wasn't glamorous. That Uber ride from Querétaro airport? Let's just say the driver seemed to think the Autobahn was a suggestion, not a speed limit. But then… bam. The Saint George Hotel. It actually lives up to the photos. The courtyard is a lush explosion of bougainvillea, the air smells like sunshine and something faintly floral… maybe jasmine? (My nose isn't great, but it's definitely nice.) I nearly tripped taking a picture of the fountain - the first of many near-disasters, I suspect. Check-in was smooth, except I forgot the name of the booking confirmation and that feeling you get from searching your e-mails while people are waiting is a classic.
2:00 PM: Room Revelations (and Minor Meltdowns). My room? Gorgeous. Seriously. Think rustic chic meets spa retreat. Stone walls, a king-sized bed begging me to nap, a balcony overlooking… something… I think it's a pool. Wait. Where's the air conditioning? I, um, may have forgotten to check the temperature before booking. Okay, deep breaths. It's Mexico. It's supposed to be warm. I'll survive. After a couple of minutes of a minor panic, I managed to open the window.
3:00 PM: Tequisquiapan Town Trot. Time to explore! The hotel's a bit outside of the main town center, so I figure I'll walk. Google Maps said it was a "leisurely" 20-minute stroll. Leisurely is a word I clearly don't understand. First, I got lost, because, you know, I'm directionally challenged. Second, the sun was blasting down. Third, the cobblestone streets are practically designed to break ankles. But! I found the main square: a riot of color, with ice cream vendors and mariachi music floating on the air. I bought some overpriced ice cream (because vacation), and sat on a bench, people-watching. A kid dropped his ice cream, and it felt like a metaphor for my life at that moment. Still, the atmosphere was magical.
5:00 PM: A "Wine Tasting" That Turned into a Very Early Dinner. Tequisquiapan is known for its wineries. I found a "wine tasting" that turned out to be more of a "wine sip" (those tiny cups are a cruel joke). The wine wasn't bad, but the real star was the cheese plate. I may or may not have eaten half of it myself. Oops. Now my stomach is rumbling, and I realize I haven't eaten a real meal. I go to a small restaurant and order a mole poblan which was the best decision of the day.
7:00 PM: Pre-Dinner Nap (Necessity!). Sun, cobblestones, wine, and cheese do not a sensible human make. I stumbled back to the hotel (this time, following the signs), and crashed for an hour. Glorious.
8:00 PM: Dinner Debacle (and Delight). The hotel restaurant? Stunning. Romantic lighting, linen tablecloths, the works. I ordered the camarones al ajillo (garlic shrimp), which should have been a slam dunk. But… the waiter forgot the order. And the wine. And the water. I flagged him down (politely, of course – I'm trying to be a good tourist!). When it arrived, the shrimp were divine. Pure, garlicky bliss. I ate every single one, even the ones that were a tiny bit overcooked. Because, Mexico. And because I was starving.
9:30 PM: Balcony Stargazing (and Regret). Sat on the balcony, drinking a leftover glass of wine. Tequisquiapan is known for its starry skies. I tried. I really did. But the mosquitos are relentless! I retreated inside, swatting and grumpy. Should have brought bug spray. Lesson learned.

Day 2: Temazcal & Deep Thoughts (and Maybe a Mild Panic)

8:00 AM: Breakfast & the Dreaded Temazcal. The hotel breakfast is amazing: fresh fruit, hot coffee, and the most perfectly cooked eggs. Fuel up, because today's the day: the Temazcal. I was both excited and terrified. I've heard it's an intense experience. Honestly, most of the anticipation was of the panic-ridden variety.
10:00 AM: Spa-tastic. Hit the hotel spa for a massage. A long, deep, wonderful massage. It felt amazing. I think I nearly drooled, I was so relaxed.
12:00 PM: Temazcal Terror (and Triumph?). Okay, the Temazcal. I'm not going to lie. This was intense. Hot stones, chanting, a mystical guide… I'm pretty sure I hallucinated for a moment. The heat was brutal. I thought I'd have to tap out, I was so uncomfortable, but I pushed through. And then… something shifted. I felt… calm. Peaceful. Then I was dripping in sweat and laughing uncontrollably. As I emerged out, blinking into the sunlight, I felt… lighter. And kinda proud of myself. Definitely the highlight of the trip, after all those initial concerns.
2:00 PM: Poolside Bliss (and Sunburn? Maybe). I was a bit wobbly after the Temazcal, so I planted myself by the pool. I ordered a margarita (or two). The sun was perfect, the water cool. I felt… glorious. Even if I might have slightly overdone it on the sun exposure. Oops.
4:00 PM: Exploring the Hotel Grounds. I wandered around the hotel. It's beautiful: the artwork, the gardens… I stumbled on a hidden patio with a hammock, I almost fell asleep.
6:00 PM: Dinner at a Place with Live Music. I asked the hotel staff for a dinner recommendation and stumbled upon place with live music. It was lively and loud. Their food was just okay, but the music made everything better.
8:00 PM: More Balcony Time (with Bug Spray!). This time, armed with bug spray, I went on the balcony with a book and a glass of wine. The stars did shine. And it was perfect.

Day 3: Departure (with a Hint of Sadness)

9:00 AM: Last Breakfast. I really don't want to leave.
10:00 AM: Final Moments of Serenity. A last walk around the hotel, soaking up the peace. I took some pictures of the fountain and the bougainvillea, because I knew I'd miss it.
11:00 AM: Check Out (and a Swear to Return). Smooth check out. A slightly teary goodbye to the staff.
12:00 PM: The Airport (and the Road Back). The Uber ride back to the airport wasn't a disaster. The driver didn't break any speed limits. I actually felt surprisingly calm, ready to leave.
2:00 PM: Landing.

Overall:

Saint George Hotel & Spa & Temazcal, Tequisquiapan? Amazing. Imperfect. Messy. But real. And utterly, wonderfully human. I can't wait to return.

Notes to self for next time:

Learn some basic Spanish.
Pack bug spray.
Buy better walking shoes.
Go back to the Temazcal. Really go back.
Maybe skip the wine tasting and just go straight for the cheese plate.
Don’t be afraid to get lost.
Enjoy every single moment.

Adios, Tequisquiapan! Until next time…

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Saint George Hotel - Spa & Temazcal Tequisquiapan MexicoOkay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the gloriously messy world of Escape to Paradise at Saint George Hotel! This ain't your perfectly curated Instagram post; this is the real, unfiltered deal. Prepare for ramblings, opinions, and maybe a few too many exclamation points!

Escape to Paradise: The Real Deal – FAQs (and My Insane Ramblings)

So, is this "Escape to Paradise" thing actually paradise?

Okay, let’s be real. Paradise? That's a *big* claim. Like, the kind of claim that makes you immediately suspicious, you know? The Saint George Hotel, though... it's *trying*. And I gotta say, it gets pretty darn close. Think lush greenery, the kind that just breathes relaxation at you. Little fountains bubbling with that tinkling water sound (that never gets old, honestly). And the air? Crisp. Clean. Not the usual smog-choked city air I'm used to. But, and there's always a but, it's still a hotel. There's the occasional clatter from the kitchen, the very *slight* possibility of your neighbor's snoring seeping through the walls (luckily, I had earplugs – a travel *must*), and the *constant* internal battle of whether to order another margarita. So, paradise-adjacent? Absolutely. Full-blown, perfectly-manicured paradise? Almost.

Tell me about the spa! The "Luxury" part... is it real?

Alright, the spa. Okay, okay. Breathe. It *is* luxury. Proper, actual luxury. Think plush robes you could *live* in (and I may or may not have considered it...). The massage tables were heated (bliss!). The essential oils? Heaven-sent. And the therapists? Honestly, they were like massage ninjas. I went for the Swedish massage, a simple but effective one, and by the time I was done, I was honestly convinced I'd floated into another dimension. My shoulders, which had been permanently fused to my ears for the past six months thanks to all my anxiety, just… relaxed. Poof! Gone! I'm pretty sure I actually drooled. And that, my friends, is a sign of true relaxation. The "luxury" is definitely real.

What about the Temazcal? Sounds…intense.

Dude. The Temazcal. Okay, this is where it gets... personal. This is the part I'm going to remember for the rest of my life, and likely be telling my grandchildren about, even though they won't understand. Prepare yourself. First of all, entering a sweat lodge in the literal desert isn't for the faint of heart. The heat is intense. The darkness is absolute. And the guide? He's chanting and pouring water on hot stones. It's primal. It's powerful. And for a good ten minutes, I was absolutely convinced I was going to die of heatstroke. I panicked. I felt claustrophobic. I whispered (a lot) under my breath, "Get me out of here, right now!" Then came the water, more and more water, creating a thick steamy cloud that enveloped me as I started to feel… strangely… calm. The chanting, which had initially sounded a bit…cult-ish, started to soothe me. My worries, my anxieties, all the crap I lugged around with me? It started to dissolve. I cried. I laughed. I felt *free*. By the end, when we emerged, blinking and slightly disoriented, I felt like a completely different person. It's the kind of experience that transcends words. Seriously, I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it. It was… transformative. And yeah, it was intense. So, so intense. But absolutely worth it. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. And I might even start a chanting group. (Just kidding… maybe.)

Okay, but what about the food? I need to know about the food.

Food is vital, friends, absolutely vital. And the Saint George did not disappoint. The breakfasts? Amazing. Fresh fruit, chilaquiles that actually tasted like chilaquiles (not the soggy, sad imitation I usually get), and strong coffee. Lunch and dinner were equally delicious. They had a restaurant on-site serving traditional Mexican cuisine. One night I got this mole dish that literally made me weep with joy (again... I’m a very sensitive person). And the margaritas? Perfectly balanced. Not too sweet, not too tart, with just the right amount of tequila to make time fly. Don’t skip the guacamole. Seriously, don't. It's crucial. The food was elevated. The food was comforting. The food was, dare I say it… perfect.

Anything I didn't love? Be honest.

Alright, time for the truth serum. Okay, the Wi-Fi wasn't the strongest. I mean, it worked…eventually. But if you're a digital nomad or someone who *needs* instant access to the internet, you might get a little frustrated. Okay, there was also the slightly loud music playing from the poolside bar one afternoon, but I'm being picky, I'm sure it was more enjoyable for others. Also, and I'm going to be *super* honest here... I have a slight phobia of anything that buzzes or flies. There were a *few* bugs. Okay, maybe more than a few. But hey, you're in nature, people! And maybe, just maybe, I ate too many tacos. But hey, no regrets! And in the grand scheme of things, these are minor complaints, really. Nothing that truly detracted from the overall experience.

Is it good for solo travel?

Absolutely! I am a solo traveler, and I felt safe and comfortable the entire time. The staff was friendly and helpful, and I never felt out of place. The spa and Temazcal would be amazing for solo travelers who want to unwind and relax. You can, of course, make some friends, but its also a fantastic place to find your inner peace. I had some time by myself which let me work on some new ideas for my writing project and to disconnect, which was very much needed.

What should I bring?

Bring your best vibes, people. The rest is gravy. But seriously, bring:

A swimsuit. Duh.
Sunscreen (essential!).
Bug spray. (Remember those bugs I mentioned?)
Comfortable shoes for wandering around.
A good book (if you're into that kinda thing, which I totally am).
Earplugs (just in case of noisy neighbors or your own loud snoring... no judgment).
Cash for tips (the staff is amazing!).
An open mind for the Temazcal. Seriously, just go with it.
And maybe a notepad to write down your thoughts after the Temazcal. You will have thoughts. Trust me.

Would you go back?

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Saint George Hotel - Spa & Temazcal Tequisquiapan Mexico

Escape to Paradise: Luxury Spa & Temazcal at Saint George Hotel, Tequisquiapan