Short but Sweet

Sometimes the fewer words we use to make a point the better. When it's not 101 degrees outside, I'll elaborate. Trust me on these:

Fairmont Springs Banff Resort & Spa. Like you've drowned and gone to heaven. In a good, floaty way. Smelling of sage and eucalyptus.

Mii amo (Sedona, AZ) with a spa like in the magazines. Only much, much better. And more beautiful. Red Mountains. Freak snowstorm. Huge snowflakes. Massages primo. Facials more primo. Location, location location. Enchantment Resort for families. Far, far far away from the spa. Smart designer.

Mandarin Oriental, New York City. How they managed to calm the frayed nerves of a stressed journalist is beyond me. But they did it. Deliciously (amazing tea), with views of the city to take your breath away--and if the gazing on the expanse of Manhattan doesn't thrill you, nothing will. Except the insanely gifted massage therapists and facialists. (I hate the word "asthetician" --reminds me of anesthesiologist. Which reminds me of back surgery.)
The bummer of coming to this wonder dome of delight is simple. Eventually you gotta go downstairs and face the nasty crowds again.

Nothing's perfect.

Details when the humidity drops below 80 percent.


Photo of the view from Mandarin Oriental spa, copyright Mandarin Oriental.