Zama Beach Club in Isla Mujeres
As you embark upon the daunting task of sifting through endless lists of destinations and vendors, asking yourself how you’re supposed to make decisions, I’m about to reveal the most valuable piece of destination wedding planning advice to you. Relax and have a margarita. Yes that was my valuable advice. Not because I am encouraging your alcoholic tendencies, but because we’re about to start bringing you the best of the best of the best of wedding vendors. This is my first post, so it is only fitting that I tell you about a private beach club that blew my face off in terms of over the top, amazing services and breathtaking beauty. Of course, maybe I’m slightly biased because they gave me the most beautiful wedding day I could have asked for, but oh well. This place is ridic. I’m going to start with a story about Zama Beach Club on a tiny island known as Isla Mujeres in the Riviera Maya.
I was engaged on that tiny island, and on the flight home, the Mr. and I decided on a whim that we wanted to get married there the following year. It was a special place for us. And we wanted to share it with our closest friends and family.
The beach club had an on site coordinator offering help and recommendations for other vendors, as I had the brilliant idea to tackle the planning sans destination planner. Which I would later claim was a curse and a blessing. Gabriela spoke wonderful English and flawlessly facilitated my bridal requests and needs. Three months before our wedding, Zama changed ownership, Gabriela moved out of the country, and we barely had a contract put together.
Assured by new ownership and coordinators that everything would be honored and transition smoothly, we felt we were in good hands. Before we knew it, it was wedding week, and we had a pre-wedding meeting arranged with Zama and our other local vendors to finalize arrangements. Our florist never showed up. And we couldn’t find candles anywhere on the island last minute. The only way to have any kind of candles on my reception tables would be to travel back to Cancun and transport them back by ferry. But since I was doing so many of the other wedding stylings and DIY thingies for my wedding, I was tapped out at this point and decided to nix the candles.
Little did I know I was about to have my socks knocked off. Zama took my breath away on the day of the wedding. The private beach boasted a flower adorned bamboo alter, we had a coconut vendor arrive for cocktail hour, and the weather was to die for. They found a florist to pull through last minute with gorgeous arrangements that I had picked out with the girl that didn’t show up, paper lanterns were strung across the reception pagoda, and the tables were dressed with gorgeous candle votives among my cernterpieces! They really make the event all about the bride and how she envisions her day, and focus is never on a payment for service transaction. It’s awful that we have to acknowledge that things aren’t always this way in the wedding world, but kudos to Zama for getting it right. With its pagoda style dance floor/bar area and pergola dinner seating area overlooking 4 beautifully lit pools, it sits against the backdrop of calm, pristine turquoise Caribbean waters, pure white sand, and the distant glow of Cancun’s skyline. It’s a little known gem remotely hidden away in the Riviera Maya, nestled on the tiny fishing village island of Isla Mujeres.