La Casa Que Canta: Mexico's Most Haunted Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Next!

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La Casa Que Canta: Mexico's Most Haunted Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Next!

La Casa Que Canta: Beyond the Brochure – A Review You Can Actually Trust (Because I Survived It!)

Alright, so you're eyeing La Casa Que Canta – "Mexico's Most Haunted Hotel?" Yeah, that title's a mouthful, and frankly, a little too dramatic. But hey, you're here, reading my rambling review, so you're looking for the truth, right? Buckle up, buttercup, because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe a few terrified tears) on this Puerto Vallarta gem.

First Impressions (and a Near Panic Attack):

Okay, so the initial drive into the area is stunning. Winding roads, cliffside views… Pure Instagram gold. Then you arrive, and BAM! It’s perched right on the ocean, overlooking the shimmering Banderas Bay. Seriously, the view from the lobby alone almost made me forget my crippling fear of heights. (Which, let's be honest, is a massive plus. Pool with view? Check. Stunning, gasp-inducing pool with view? Double-check. I could practically smell the margaritas calling my name.)

Accessibility & Getting Around (Because, You Know, Humanity):

Let’s be real, I can't speak to every accessibility need, but the hotel does have an elevator (thank God, because the staircases are charming but steep!), and they claim to have facilities for disabled guests. You'll need to double-check specifics on what that entails, though – like, are the rooms truly wheelchair accessible? CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property are a definite security plus, though. And the Valet parking made me feel fancy. No way I was attempting those narrow streets myself. Car park [free of charge] is a nice bonus if you self-drive.)

The Rooms – My Sanctuary (and Occasional Screaming Chamber):

Right, the rooms. My room? Sublime. Truly. Air conditioning that actually worked (a win in Mexico!), a ridiculously comfortable extra long bed, and a private bathroom that practically screamed "indulgence." The bathrobes were plush, the complimentary tea/coffee maker was essential for my sanity, and the free bottled water was a lifesaver (hydration is key when you're expecting ghosts, right?). Plus, the window that opens let in the beautiful sea breeze.

Here's a confession: the soundproofing was excellent. Too excellent. Because when I woke up at 3 AM to… well, let’s just say something moved my bedside lamp… Nobody heard my horrified yelps. (Okay, maybe the guy next door, but he didn't say anything and that added to the spooky factor). The non-smoking rooms were a blessing. And yes, you get internet access – wireless – with that all important Wi-Fi [free].

A quick rant on the room features: Honestly, the bathtub was stunning but felt a little underused, the scale in the bathroom felt out of place, the reading light seemed angled for a hobbit, and the laptop workspace was cute, but I preferred to take my work to the beachfront bar

Cleanliness & Safety (Because, Let's Avoid the Plague, Shall We?):

In this post-pandemic world, safety is HUGE for me. And La Casa Que Canta delivers. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and rooms sanitized between stays. They offered room sanitization opt-out available, but I figured, why risk it? They had Hygiene certification, Staff trained in safety protocol. They also had Hand sanitizer everywhere and Safe dining setup. My only point? I'd add more actual hand sanitizer stations near common areas and dining. Although, kudos for the Daily housekeeping!

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (aka, My Survival Strategies):

Okay, food. This is where things get interesting. The restaurants are gorgeous, and the poolside bar is pure bliss. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was surprisingly good, and the Western cuisine in restaurant was solid. Their version of Salad in restaurant was basic, maybe a little boring. Be sure to request your Bottle of water and you have access to Coffee/tea in restaurant

Breakfast [buffet]: Their breakfast buffet WASN'T just another hotel breakfast. Okay, maybe I was blinded by a lack of sleep on day 1, but I really enjoyed the Asian breakfast. The Buffet in restaurant was beautifully laid out, with plenty of options to suit my vegetarian leanings. Breakfast service felt smooth and efficient.
Dinner: The A la carte in restaurant was a definite treat, especially if you're looking for a special occasion. The food was great, but not the best. The desserts in restaurant were a masterpiece of flavors and textures. The Soup in restaurant was surprisingly comforting. And, they do have Vegetarian restaurant options.
Drinks: The Bar is absolutely idyllic. Happy hour is a must-do, and the Poolside bar makes you feel like you’re living the dream. And the waitstaff? Amazing. Truly attentive, warm, and friendly (and they didn't judge my margarita consumption).
Room Service: Room service [24-hour] is a savior when you're too spooked to leave your room at 3 AM (true story).

Things to Do (Besides, You Know, Being Scared Stiff):

Okay, La Casa Que Canta isn’t exactly bursting with activities, which, for me, was part of the charm. It’s a place to relax, soak up the sun, and… well, maybe wonder about the ghosts.

Swimming pool (outdoor): The Swimming pool [outdoor] is gorgeous, with that incredible view. I spent hours in it. The Pool with view is the best.
Spa: The Spa is a must-do. I shelled out for a Body scrub and a Massage, and honestly? Pure heaven. Spa/sauna is available.
Ways to relax: Just… be. Read a book, stare at the ocean, sip a margarita. That's the beauty of this place.

For the Kids (Because, Families Exist):

Disclaimer: I traveled solo. However, I did spot some families. The place is Family/child friendly, but I'm not sure if it's overly kid-centric. They do offer Babysitting service, but I did not experience it. (Don't drag your kids here expecting a full-blown resort experience.)

Services & Conveniences (The Essentials):

Contactless check-in/out: Super convenient, especially after a long flight.
Concierge: Helpful with booking excursions and answering my endless questions about the town (and the ghosts, of course).
Daily housekeeping: My room was always spotless.
Currency exchange: Useful for getting pesos.
Food delivery: There is.
Laundry service: A lifesaver.
Meeting/banquet facilities: I didn’t use those, but they're available if you’re planning a conference.
Safety deposit boxes: Always a good idea.

The Ghost Factor (The Truth, Finally!):

Alright, the burning question: DID I SEE A GHOST?! In the words of my very confused journal entry: "Errr…maybe?"

Look, I'm a skeptic. But the atmosphere… the creaks… the shadows… something definitely felt odd. I heard a door slam in the middle of the night. The water pressure in the shower went from a trickle to a torrent, then back again. Several times, I felt like I was being watched. And did I mention the cold spot in the corner of my room?

The staff, bless their hearts, played along. They had a good sense of humor about it, but I felt like they were being slightly too jovial, like they were almost smirking. They did say there were “stories”, but that’s about all I got.

The Verdict:

La Casa Que Canta is a luxurious, beautiful, and (potentially) haunted hotel. If you're looking for a cookie-cutter resort experience, go somewhere else. But if you crave a unique, slightly spooky, and undeniably romantic getaway, then book it.

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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into a (slightly) chaotic, gloriously messy trip to La Casa Que Canta – Mexico, baby! This isn't your meticulously planned, Instagram-perfect itinerary. This is life.

La Casa Que Canta: Me, Myself, & I (and maybe a Margarita or two)

Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Bliss (followed by mild panic)

10:00 AM: Arrive in Zihuatanejo. Okay, first REAL problem? My luggage. Apparently, it's decided to vacation in… well, not Zihuatanejo. Breathe. Deep breaths. The airport staff are charming, if slightly perplexed by my frantic gesticulations. "No problema, señora!" they keep saying. Yeah, easy for you to say!
11:00 AM: Cab ride to La Casa Que Canta. The drive is beautiful, all winding roads and turquoise water. I'm already feeling those "OMG, I'm FINALLY here!" vibes.
12:00 PM: Check-in. The hotel? Utterly breathtaking. Seriously, the pictures do not do it justice. Cliffside views, infinity pools, the whole shebang. I'm pretty sure I almost cried. Happy tears, obvi. Okay the room is incredible.
1:00 PM: Lunch at the hotel restaurant. Ceviche. Margaritas. I think I found paradise. Wait, where's my phone? Did I leave it in the cab? Ugh, starting strong.
2:00 PM: A quick dip in the pool. Absolute, unadulterated heaven. The sun, the water, the… wait, is that a rogue pool noodle? This is a serious vacation.
3:00 PM: The rest of the day is supposed to look like relaxing. I'm actually going to try to do it. Maybe order another margarita. And hope my luggage shows up before sunset.

Day 2: Exploring Zihuatanejo & My Stomach's Adventure

9:00 AM: Wake up and stare at the view. It's still unreal. My body may be exhausted from the flight, stress and margaritas of the night before, but my spirits are sky-high.
10:00 AM: First attempt at a yoga class. It was all going well, until I tried a downward-facing dog and nearly toppled over. Turns out, my balance is not my strong suit. Good thing no one saw me.
11:00 AM: Stroll through Zihuatanejo town. So much charm! The colourful buildings, the little shops… and the FOOD smells! Seriously, the best food I've ever smelt.
12:00 PM: Lunch at a local taqueria. OMG. Tacos al Pastor! The flavour! The spice! I think I consumed approximately seven. I feel a little guilty… and also a little triumphant. This is living.
1:00 PM: wandering around local marketplaces.
2:00 PM: Snack at a local fruit vendor.
6:00 PM: Back at the hotel to watch the sunset.
7:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. The food is wonderful and my stomach has calmed down.

Day 3: The Beach, The Sea, The Sun & The Unexpected Lesson

8:00 AM: Early morning walk to the beach. The Pacific Ocean is really something.
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Laying on the beach. Reading. Napping. Swimming. Sunbathing. Absolute, pure, unadulterated bliss. I think I actually forgot about my luggage.
12:00 PM: Lunch at a beachside shack. Fresh fish tacos… what more could one ask for?
2:00 PM: Boat trip! To a remote cove. Snorkeling. Then, the boat developed an… issue. We're rescued by a passing fisherman. Turns out, sometimes, the most memorable experiences aren't the planned ones. It was scary, a bit, but the fisherman was lovely, and we all got to see the most breathtaking view on the way home.
6:00 PM: Back at the hotel!

Day 4: The Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing (and a little souvenir shopping)

9:00 AM: Sleep in! I needed that.
10:00 AM: Breakfast on my balcony. Simple, quiet. Perfection.
11:00 AM: Wandering the local markets, looking for souvenirs. I find a beautiful, hand-painted ceramic mug. I've always loved ceramics.
12:00 PM: Back to that pool!
6:00 PM: Last dinner.

Day 5: Departure (and the bittersweet ache of leaving)

8:00 AM: Last breakfast overlooking the ocean. I’m going to miss this view.
9:00 AM: Pack. (Finally!) My luggage? Still MIA. I swear, if it shows up in the lost and found in time for my eventual return, I'm going to hug it.
10 AM: Last minute dip in the pool.
11:00 AM: Check out. Saying goodbye is hard. This place… it's magic.
12:00 AM: Drive to the airport.
1:00 PM: Departure to the airport.

Postscript: This trip, as I'm sure you can see, was not perfect. But that's the point, isn't it? It was real. It was messy. It was beautiful, and I will forever remember it. Remember, vacations aren't just about ticking boxes; they're about letting go, embracing the chaos, and finding the joy in the unplanned moments. And maybe, just maybe, getting a really good taco. Until next time, Zihuatanejo!

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Okay, so, La Casa Que Canta... Is it REALLY haunted? Like, ghost-ghost haunted?

Ugh, where do I even *begin*?! Look, the hotel's gorgeously perched overlooking Zihuatanejo Bay, right? Spectacular. You'd think it's all rainbows and margaritas. And it IS... until, well, *it isn't*. I went in with the whole "skeptical tourist" mindset, ya know? "Oh, it's just the wind, the old building settling, a particularly enthusiastic iguana." But then... things started. First, it was just little things. Doors creaking on their own, the faintest whisper of a *"Hola"* when I was totally alone in my room. I brushed it off. Jet lag, right? Definitely jet lag. But then... the *smell*. A faint, almost floral scent, but with this undercurrent of... decay? Like old roses left in a drawer for a decade. It would come and go, but it clung to the air like a particularly clingy, spectral perfume. And then, the piano. Oh, the piano. I SWEAR I heard it playing. Soft, mournful melodies at around 3 AM. And nobody else was there! The rest of the guests thought I was losing it. I *almost* did. So, yes. I firmly believe. Yes, it's haunted. And yes, it's...unsettling.

What are the most common "hauntings" reported at La Casa Que Canta?

Alright, buckle up, because this is where it gets juicy. See that little *sundial*? Yeah that one always comes up. Apparently, it's a portal! Just kidding...kinda. Okay, so the usual suspects are: * **The Whispers:** Unexplained voices, often in Spanish, sometimes clear, sometimes just a murmur. Some people say they've even gotten their names called. * **The Shadows:** Movement at the corner of your eye. Dark figures flitting through rooms. One guest SWEARS he saw a child with a ball. * **The Cold Spots:** Suddenly plummeting temperatures in certain areas. This is the classic! * **Unexplained Sounds:** Footsteps, knocks, the aforementioned piano (I'm still traumatized!) * **The Feeling of Being Watched:** A pervasive sense of unease, like someone is always *observing* you. Yeah, that one's a winner. * **The Smell of Roses/Decay**: as previously mentioned, the weird florals. * **Strange Occurrences with the sundial**: Many guests report feeling uneasy around the sundial. Especially at midnight. Coincidence? *I think not!*

Is there a specific room or area that's extra haunted?

Oh, absolutely. While the whole place is kinda... *oozy* with paranormal activity, there are definitely hotspots. * **The Library:** (Or what I *think* was a library. It looked like a library, right?) Supposedly, this is where some serious history happened, and it's where the whispers seem loudest. I spent about 2 minutes in there before I noped right outta there. It was like the air was *pressing* on me. * **Certain Suites:** The ones with the ocean views? Yeah, those. Apparently because, well, the ghosts love a good view. Like they are just judging our beachwear from beyond the grave. * **Near the Sundial**: Every time I walk past the sundial, (I was going to walk around it, but the area is gorgeous!) but I always hear a whisper, it sounds like "come closer"

Did you personally experience anything spooky at La Casa Que Canta? Spill the tea!

Okay, okay, okay. This is where it gets... *real*. I was in one of the ocean-view suites (of course, because I'm a glutton for punishment). I was trying to sleep, and I kept waking up... but there was this *pressure* on my chest. Like something was *sitting* on me. I could barely breathe. At first, I figured it was another panic attack, I have them from time to time. But then the scent came again! That awful, sweet, suffocating smell. And I SWEAR, I felt a cold hand on my arm. Not a gentle touch, a *clutch*. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. All I could do was lie there and... *feel*. This icy, empty presence pressing down, watching me. It felt like it lasted an eternity, but maybe it was only a few minutes? I don't know! It felt like an eternity. Then, *poof* gone. The scent vanished, the pressure lifted, and I was left breathless and shaking. And I. Never. Slept. Well. Again. I'm not exaggerating! It was terrifying.

Were there any "logical" explanations for these events?

I tried! Oh, I *tried* so hard. I reasoned, I rationalized. Maybe the air conditioning was bad? Maybe it was carbon monoxide? Maybe I just ate too much ceviche? But honestly? None of it felt right. The hotel *is* old; things shift, settle, and squeak. But the intensity of what I felt... the sheer, crushing *coldness* of it all? No. There's just no logical explanation that fits. It went beyond a creaky door or a draft. It was…something else. And that thing, it was *not* friendly.

How did the staff react to the paranormal experiences?

They were used to it. Honestly, they've heard it all. I think they might even secretly enjoy it. Though, they had a very "charmed" attitude toward it, so that they can avoid answering all your questions properly. It was a very "We're sorry you saw that, but you might be wrong; also, would you like another margarita?" type situation. They mostly just nodded politely and offered me more tequila. Which, in retrospect, might have been their way of dealing with the ghosts too!. They're used to it. One server, (who I think was called "Paco" maybe, I was not taking notes) said something along the lines of "Ah, *los espíritus* are just a part of the charm, senorita!" Very charming. Very noncommittal

Did you get any cool paranormal investigator type of equipment?

*Sigh* No. Because I am *not* a paranormal investigator. I'm a scared tourist with a phone and a slightly overactive imagination. I had a flashlight at my disposal, for all of the "ghost hunting" I was planning to do. So, no fancy ghost-hunting gadgets. Nothing that would actually detect ghosts. Just me, my nerves, and a very healthy fear of the dark.

Would you recommend staying at La Casa Que Canta?

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La Casa Que Canta: Mexico's Most Haunted Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Next!