Moshe B.
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### The Best Hotel Experience in Medellín: The Sites Hotel (Still Perfect, Even Sober)
After 26 countries and more hotel rooms than most people have hot dinners, I’m calling it: The Sites Hotel in El Poblado is the single greatest hotel stay of my life. I’ve been spoiled by Ritz-Carltons, Aman resorts, and that one crazy palace in Rajasthan with the pet peacock, yet nothing has ever come close to this level of pure, unfiltered hospitality.
You pull up and before your Uber has even stopped, the bellmen are smiling like they’ve been waiting for you personally since 2019. At check-in they hand you an ice-cold glass bottle of filtered water (branded, refillable, free for your entire stay — genius) and somehow already know your name and that you take your coffee black with one sugar. I swear they have a dossier. I felt like James Bond, except instead of a Walther PPK they armed me with perfect hydration.
The staff? Royalty treatment on steroids. The cooks are sorcerers — every single plate that came out of that kitchen was cooked like the chef was trying to win my mom’s approval. Breakfast arepas so fluffy I considered framing one. I left five days later noticeably rounder and 100% at peace with it.
Location is stupidly perfect: right in the heart of Provenza, literally next door to El Libertador, the best whisky bar on the face of this earth (fight me). You finish a flight of 25-to-40-year-old Scotch, take eight steps, and you’re back in your cloud-bed. Safe, vibrant, impossible to beat.
It’s not the cheapest spot in Medellín (you’ll pay Bogotá-five-star prices), but I’ve spent twice as much in worse places and left angry. Here I left planning my next visit before I even hit the elevator.
One tiny heartbreak: no smoking anywhere on property anymore. As a man who treats a good cigar like a therapy session, I mourned dramatically on my balcony clutching an unlit Montecristo like a Colombian Scarlett O’Hara. But it’s a family-friendly hotel and the air smells like fresh linen instead of an ashtray, so I’ll allow it.
Bottom line: if you come to Medellín and stay anywhere else, I will personally judge you. The Sites didn’t just host me — they adopted me for a week and sent me home a happier, better-hydrated human.
10/10. Already counting the days until I can go back and let them fold my socks into origami again.
(P.S. Tell Caroline at the front desk the gringo with the water bottle says gracias. He’ll smile like he’s been waiting for the message.)