The great migration towards public pools
Ah, Easter. That magical time in which the cities empty and thousands of families undertake the search for the holy grail: to rest without the bank declaring war on them. The ritual is predictable like a Stations of the Cross.
And in this annual theater, the spas are the undisputed protagonists. Those spaces where chlorine and nature have a relationship… let’s say, contractual. The promise is always the same: accessible fun. Or what some call, with contagious optimism, the “3Bs.”
The star destinations? The State of Mexico and Hidalgo take the crown. Options such as Las Palapas in Texcoco or Las Ranas in Tejupilco flourish there. Swimming pools, green areas and children’s games: the basic family survival package.
For those looking for something more spiritual (or at least something that sounds like that), there are the classic hot springs. El Bañito in Ixtapan de la Sal promises relaxation. One can almost feel the stress evaporate…along with the smell of sulfur.
Then there are those who bet big: complete water parks like the Ex Hacienda de Temixco. Or gems like El Geyser in Tecozautla, famous for its natural vapors. They say they cure everything, from rheumatism to the desire to return to the office.
“Thanks to their offer of swimming pools, lodging, picnic areas and affordable costs, spas remain one of the favorite options”
There is the key. The accessible. In a country where the weight weighs more than ever, these places are democratic refuges. Where for a few hours, everyone floats in the same water.
So there they will be. Entire families claiming their square meter of shade, children screaming on slides, adults pretending they don’t have pending emails. The unwritten tradition of Holy Week: looking for a little peace… in the busiest place possible.
The perfect paradox.
