First in Almyra, a trendy chemical box-hotel right on the beach, a few minutes. walking from Paphos, a fishing village that turns into a youthful activity when the sun sets. Possessing the Kykkos Monastery since its launch in 1973, the hotel with 158 rooms had such makeup, it reminds me of Clint Eastwood, remade as Brad Pitt.
I was at villa 10, which could not just be described as a modern terraced bungalow, even closer to the water than the main blocks. All white on the outside is just the light inside. You are viewing the room on your private concrete terrace, from which you can go down three steps to a patch with grass, shared with your neighbors, with the beach below (you also share your flat roof with them - again white, sculpted using white seats and get pretty sexy at night). In the room, thanks to the French designer Jolle Pleot, who had previously altered Thanos Michaelides, I had houses - I had gray marble floors, pale white gray walls, soft wood furniture with pale blue leather upholstery and pillows. A futuristic stainless steel fan soared overhead. The bathroom had a large rainforest shower, as well as manual installation and lovely LaSource toiletries from Crabtree & Evelyn, which matched this pale blue upholstery.
We met for dinner at an open-air restaurant on the beach. The menu is international with a twist. Fish and chips here is a basket filled with fried squid, served with a metal pot with wood fries and another tartar sauce. When I returned to my villa, I found that the bed was turned away and the red apple on the round card on which it was written “Happiness” lives not in possession, not in gold, but the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.
In the morning, I had a breakfast anticipation along the coastal path, coinciding with some young revelers who were still returning home from last night. Fishermen were preparing to leave. I returned to be ready for breakfast, in another open area. I checked the massive hotel lobby, which was used only during the winter months, without me, like me, you wanted WiFi (the perfect reception here, which is usually not on this island). Pleot decisively turned the lobby into a residential building, albeit a massive one, with many different chairs and different seating areas. In winter, there is a huge open fire. Her sense of color is displayed on bright orange stools at the bar. I was offered a round of golf, just 20 minutes, but it's time to go.
Forty minutes later we were in the northwestern part of the island in the small coastal town of Polis. We headed west to the Akmas peninsula, and after four miles of the oleander road to Anassa’s private journey (“The Queen”, named after Aphrodite, whose mythical baths are a few miles further). This leading resort, opened in 1998, cascades over 70 acres of rough coastal terrain. It is, frankly, huge. The water element in the outer turntable, and then the honor guard of the seven jets of water greets you when you come to the honey colored column. To get a sunset terrace, look down to the sea, this is a 200-foot walk (I measured it), through wide open corridors that take corners, say, past a large mirror surrounded by a pair of green lights. Thanks to designer Darrell Schmitt, you can always see something intriguing, and there are strategically located local pots or modern icons to give culture along the way - or through magnificent gardens, immaculately slanted, with lawns, as well as acres of natural shrubs, millefeuille of different colored colors.
173 rooms are located in a rustic style, in blocks. I was in 73, the lower suite with private external entrance, living room and bedroom and a terrace with a stone wall with a small pool. My rooms had pale wooden floors, cream walls, paintwork and blinds covered with fine curtains. Here the fans were pale creams hanging from slightly frozen creamy wooden ceilings. I had a bathroom and a half, with Bulgaria.
I rushed to the spa, somehow making my way through the village. and a small church - modern with a resort - where the couple, in which their ten-year-old son participated, got married. The spa is located in a semi-underground, a real draw, as it has 17 treatment rooms. They offer a thalasso and organic pharmacy, a London-based firm supposedly beloved Madonna and Gwyneth Paltrow. I had a remedy for aging the body, actually a shrub of white sugar, salt and rose petals, and then wrapping the day and rose petals of Andean color, then spreading rose oil, then body cream, which included the following ingredients: green coffee fatty acid guarana, horsetail, ivy and honey sticks complex - a 200 ml pot is from the Organic Pharmacy website for £ 150.
There are five restaurants, smartly not everyone is open every night. On Wednesday - Cypriot night, a buffet with live dancing in the village square and lots of fun (if I stayed one more night, I would match up with the weekly cocktail to control what he did at Soneva Fushi - at the plant an organic garden, so that guests could visit.
In the morning the sun broke through the shutters, which I resolutely left open. I got up, looked at my little pool to an exotic bush, far from the ocean. Mountain bike was waiting, and I managed to spend a good workout. My breakfast in the room was simple, a large tray for wood, containing amazing orange juice and a generous bowl of delicate local yogurt. I had a hearty butter, French spoons and local honey, Frette napkin and a lot of coffee. It was time for my acupuncture, from an amazing local resident, Christine Whittaker, a Welsh woman who ventured into a serious lifestyle change law and spent four years studying children's acupuncture in Beijing. She must have made my face, but once I opened one eye to find myself lying with needles stuck in all my legs. I felt like a Gulliver with Lilliputians. And this is for energy, she said, putting one on her head. She counts, considers em (fortunately, the same).
Unfortunately, there is no time for tennis or water sports, or even try out all the restaurants. My car was waiting, and I promised myself to return (35% of all guests here are repetitions). Well done, Thanos and sisters!
PS The next night, Christina’s energy arrow came into effect. I woke up at 2 am, bursting with creativity.
