Je vois la vie en rose…
This perfect powder pink kingdom is renowned the world over for its uber-luxurious and indulgent quarters. Catering not just for the rich and famous, but instead for the richest and most famous with a waiting list of over two years to nab a Christmas stay.
Located on Barbados’ west coast, Sandy Lane remains the Queen of the millionaire’s mile, surrounded by less impressive competitors. A tour of the hotel lasted almost an hour, wandering in and out of the fine restaurant, cocktail bar, library and onsite diamond shop – useful for the regular marriage proposals. I was amazed by the attention to detail and despite the obvious signs of wealth, the hotel miraculously manages to avoid appearing ostentatious or crude. In short, it was a heaven I wished I could call home.
The spa is a palace in itself with a marble reception hall, numerous rooms and every facility available to provide for any guest’s needs. I relished the opportunity to feel like a Sandy Lane resident for a few hours donning a snuggly white robe and plush matching slippers.
We were each given a 30-minute hot stone massage, which was delivered with the utmost care and expertise. Immediately my masseuse noticed the tension in my upper back, and using his elbows he alleviated the stress and soothed my muscles. He then used hot stones to stretch and relax the muscles. I left feeling revived and much looser in my back and neck. We were then led to the water therapy area, which includes hydrotherapy pools, a steam room, waterfall bucket shower, cold room, rainforest shower and relaxation suite.
Before leaving we tried a cheeky cocktail in the Sandy Lane bar on the beach. While sipping our drinks we peered round surreptitiously to see if we could spot any celebrities, but the truth is… if you make it inside the gates of Sandy Lane Hotel, you are a celebrity too and that thought made me smile as we watched the pink sunset far in the distance.
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