It looks more like the French countryside. Our suite, 31, also had a spa bathroom larger than my first apartment. All of the queens have been here: Oprah, Barbra, Latifa. A certain Food Network star was there during our week.
The rest β Titans of industry, CEOs, wealthy socialites, mothers and daughters, celebrities looking for relaxation and privacy. And us, the only guys with visible tattoos and maybe a little rough around the edges.
Bulls in a china shop. For our usual travels, I spend weeks mapping out all of our plans. Where to stay, what to eat, things to do and how to do them. Here, no need. You pack and not much and go.
Ours generally had the two of us doing the exact same things, just as we like it. We took yoga classes in a chapel circa that was shipped from Dijon, France and reassembled on the premises. Danny discovered an interest in pilates. We may not have always completed the four suggested workouts a day more like , but we were not about to miss any of the spa treatments.
Hot stone manicures and pedicures, daily massages, facials, reflexology, and some that were new and novel like the seaweed wrap, scalp treatment, and leg rejuvenation.
