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Nick Cannon & Abby De La Rosa: The Architecture of Leisure
They arrived like many do now, through a private entrance that makes the experience of celebrity feel more relaxed: a keyless door, a chilled towel, a view that comes alive before the guests do. Nick Cannon and Abby De La Rosa, who call each other “primary partners” and have three children together, checked into one of the three-bedroom Nobu Residences at Nobu Hotel & Residences Los Cabos. The villa felt like a masterclass in leisure, with its private pool, ocean-view terrace, gym, butler, and chef. It was her thirty-fifth birthday, and he planned a weekend meant to be cherished rather than shared, although it surely would be documented.
The suite buzzed with the comforts of wealth—linen that feels cool at first touch, stone that looks like it was poured, and a quiet atmosphere that feels luxurious. Outside, the Sea of Cortez continued its endless interaction with the shore as staff moved around the villa, exchanging trays for flowers, glasses for folded towels, and tending to the simple rituals of celebration. At Nobu Los Cabos, the architecture offers a modern touch while reflecting local styles: low, shaded, and designed to harmonize with water and light. It promises privacy and delivers it with gentle footsteps.
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los Cabos
Courtesy of Nobu Los CabosTheir first meal took place at Muna, the property’s Mediterranean-style dining room with soft lighting. The evening featured dishes like Norwegian salmon tartare topped with caviar and raw oyster ravioli in a lemon beurre blanc—each with a texture that showed the kitchen had already imagined how one would take a bite. The flavors felt pure and structured. The room, with its pale wood and quiet conversations, lowered the pace of their thoughts. They enjoyed their meal leisurely, embodying the calm of those who have crafted their chaos into a holiday.
The next morning, the hotel faded away as they rode ATVs into the Cabo desert. The sun transformed the brush into a glossy surface and made sounds emerge from the earth. Luxury often means putting distance between oneself and discomfort, but here, the dust contrasted with the coolness of the villa they would return to. They drove along bleak stretches of sand and thorn. The ATVs climbed and fell over small dunes, and the two appeared anonymous in their helmets. Photos from such adventures often make the heat look flat, but the truth was a shared intimacy in the same climate.
Back at the resort, the day unfolded with loungers and shade. At the Nami Pool, they found a private cabana, a space made for relaxation, and allowed the heat to change their perception of time. Pool staff offered refreshing treats: something cold, something fresh, and something else cold. They then visited Esencia Wellness Spa, where couples’ massages and various treatments promised to ease the stress caused by schedules, kids, and Los Angeles. The spa, like most high-end spas, valued silence. Two people lay side by side, eyes closed, letting go of the day’s demands.
Later in the residence, Abby found a special birthday surprise waiting for her. The suite had been transformed with five dozen red roses, arranged to celebrate abundance. A path of red petals led to the bed, where flowers spelled out “A & N” and “Happy Birthday Abby”—a mix of luxury and high school spirit. This straightforward expression conveyed a message: no one would misunderstand the occasion.
That night, they dressed for Nobu Restaurant, where the style—precision posing as ease—has become like a universal language for the wealthy. The dishes arrived with familiar elegance, each plate carefully arranged: cool paired with crispy, acids balancing fat. In a life filled with arrivals, it felt delightful to enjoy something perfected through repetition and not just novelty. Outside, the Sea of Cortez awaited its moment. The evening ended with a private fireworks display—brief and brilliant—lighting the sky in bursts that echoed against the night like applause.
The next day, they shifted their attention from the grand to the intimate by taking a clear-bottom boat out to the Cabo Arch. The boat’s glassy underside revealed the ocean’s depths; fish swam beneath like punctuation, and the famous rock formation stood as a natural monument. The Arch is striking in the timeless way that only nature can be. If the fireworks directed viewers to look up, the boat invited them to look down, together creating a simple yet profound sense of wonder.
Some argue that luxury is mainly about creating distance—from work, noise, and uncertainty. But what Cannon offered De La Rosa over these days felt more like a dance of closeness: to each other, to enjoyment, and to the idea that celebration is part of life. The weekend’s elements—desert dust, lemon beurre blanc, a private gym that might not get used, the careful work of massage therapists, and the petals with their right messages—combined not as evidence but as gestures.
Travel, like romance, is most convincing when it’s intimate. A three-bedroom residence with a pool is just a setting until it finds its characters: a couple walking across a terrace at dusk, sharing a knowing glance before stepping into a room filled with roses. The concierge can create surprises, the chef can achieve perfection, and the fireworks will light up the sky—but the story exists in the moment when two people claim it as their own. In the water, the Arch rose and fell in the boat’s clear frame, the sea turning sunlight into shimmer, the day into a final, agreeable thought. Then the ship turned, revealing the resort once more, like a promise fulfilled.
