|The bar poolside|
Once you pass through the security-guarded gate, you enter a different world. A long driveway leads up to a portico where you drop off your bulletproof car and forget about why you have it. Except for a reminder of real life at the reception desk (providing original state documents for your six year old kids so they know you are not in the child trafficking loop), every single traffic or urban stress moment just melts away.
|Quati--a cuter raccoon|
|The pool. One of four, actually.|
Afternoon tea started at 5 pm--and what a tea it was. 20 choices of actual tea, around 40 choices of edibles. Standouts were a pistachio pie with strawberries and "rabanada", a French toast that puts the American french toast to shame...
|The spread at tea time.|
Dinner was at 8 and I don't think I was even slightly hungry...yet, I ate like a madwoman at the dinner buffet. Buffet is a dangerous concept if done right--and it was. You have to try just a little bit of everything, right? Breakfast took an hour to try everything and at lunch, my kids discovered the pasta making man who would whip up whichever recipe you desired.
There are a few short trails around the property and tennis courts, and a tiny golf course of three holes. Plenty to do, or nothing to do at all. You choose.
I am definitely going back. Soon. Make your own reservation here.