I spent my three gorgeous days at the Hotel San Cristobal strolling the beach, floating around reading in a pink inner tube, and sitting poolside Shazaming the hell out of a constant bad ass 1970’s surfer vibe playlist. It was true love. Like any tiny design hotel, I didn’t want to leave, so I took 1,000 photos instead. Here’s a sampling of the wide, empty beach and the thoughtful decor of one of my new favorite spots in Baja.