We found Casa Sisal on the internet and it looked like something out of a magazine (which, technically, I guess it is.) So we just had to stay there. Let's be super fancy once in our lives! Could we afford it? Mmmm, kind of... not really. It was a bit pricier than other rentals in Merida, but Angie used her super friendly nature, a nature which I possess no shred of, to talk the owner into lowering the price just a bit so we could squeeze it into our budget. I'm so glad it worked out.
|This one is not my photo, I don't take nice photos.|
|This terrible photo of this beautiful place is mine.|
Every morning we would be visited by William, who would sweep the floors and check to see if we needed dishes washed, which we didn't since I always washed the dishes the night before, or anything else we might need for the day.
Angie thought William was just the best, though, and had to get a picture to remember him by. His English was a million miles better than my Spanish. He said he was learning English from the owners of the hacienda whenever they visited. And he would ask us certain words to add to his vocabulary and we would tell him stories of where we were from. We told of these bizarre, to him, features of our hometown. Of frigid cold that actually burns and snow that is deeper than a human. I'm not sure if he could quite comprehend.
He wondered why so many homes in the U.S. had slanted roofs, unlike the traditional flat ones in the Yucatan. And we asked him about the weather and about life there. It was a nice trade-off of info. He was so sweet and so much fun to talk with. I hoped we didn't take up too much of his time and get him into trouble, but the dishes were already washed and the floor swept by yours truly, so I think he had some extra time.
Our only annoyance staying at Casa Sisal was the frogs. There are small ponds surrounding all of the house. And for a period each night, the frogs would be croaking constantly, keeping us awake.
Did I go out and tell frogs to "please, shut up" followed by an agrier tone a short time later? Yes, that may have happened. By a certain point, they would quiet down and we would fall asleep.
Every evening, giant birds, maybe huge crows, would swoop down to the pool and sit there drinking the water out. So much so that every day the landscaper would have to come and fill the pool up again. It was cool, in a spooky way.
One morning we wandered about the yard of Casa Sisal, and near the far end is a large stone opening that leads to the main house of the hacienda. That house was being rented when we were there, but that day one of the ladies who was renting it called us over and gave us a tour.
It's an amazing place. A large place, so if you rent it you almost need to go as a group..
If the opportunity to stay at Hacienda Sac Chich ever presents itself, I suggest you take it. Especially if your main goal is to relax and unwind. You're a bit of a drive from the center of Merida, but not so far as to make it a pain. Angie's favorite country is Thailand, but her favorite house (so far) is this one.
|I love the wood floors and the sunken living room area.|