Last night we got out of the taxi and were greeted by staff who immediately anticipated who were were and where we needed to go, leaving us to the reception where we were met by two women who performed a water clearing ritual and pressed rice to our foreheads with a thumb, leaving the grains there as a reminder that we had been changed in that moment. Fully exhaling plastic fumes and inhaling ocean breeze. Our rooms were through antique doors and had 12 foot ceilings, king size beds with hand-woven linens and tapestries. Everything spoke of being made nearby, by hand and of the highest quality. Solid teak, marble, threadcounts for days. We slept well and wandered to breakfast, sitting out in the morning sun with plates of some of the most sumptuous brunch fare we'd seen so far. We had three rooms, not far away with little back gates from our patios where we could cross the garden and enter oneanothers spaces. We swam in the pool, ordered cocktails and settled in to truly relax.
Later in the evening Joel and I took the kids to meet some old friends from Singapore who now live in Sanur. The evening was spent at a beachside table enjoying a long catch up while all the children run up and down the sand under a harvest moon.
We had to change room on our second night because all their "basic" rooms were fully booked and found ourselves in giant suites! Yet another level of oooh and aahs.
No comments:
Post a Comment