The holidays are done. Kitchen counters and office desks reclaim us. What better time to daydream? How about a brief tour of luxury Aloha? Yes? OK then.
We’ll start with a Garden View,
and progress to, even better, an Ocean View. There she is, that vast palmed Pacific.
The spot, by the way, is the gorgeous Four Seasons in Wailea, on Maui. And, yes, we spent a few days there over the holidays. Having originally chosen a Garden View room, I found myself a) disturbed by road noise b) salaried, which I had not been at the time of reservation. The scene above is from an Ocean View room, somewhat obviously. The move was well worth the incremental dollars, and I eventually recovered from feeling embarrassed about being such a dang princess. I’ll just try to be a very kind princess.
All the rooms are comfortable, elegant, low-key.
The bathrooms comfortable, elegant, and gloriously over-the-top. How much marble do two humans need? A lot, evidently.
The food is perhaps the best hotel food I’ve ever eaten. From a breakfast buffet featuring fruit you forgot existed,
to dinner on the, um, dinner lanai at Ferraro’s,
to an evening at Spago’s lifted directly from Los Angeles, soundtrack, glamor, huddled celebrities and all.
One eats very well.
And the sun has a ravishing habit of setting just when one wades past the bread and olive oil deep into pasta and steak. I use the term wades, advisedly. The wine and cocktail lists provide the perfect excuse for holiday intoxication. As does the evening light.
Daytime isn’t bad either. The Four Seasons sits in the most clement part of Maui, so, as one of the extraordinarily nice staff told us, “It hardly ever rains in Wailea.” In other words, ignore Maui weather websites. Most days, the beach will look like this, first thing in the morning.
And like this, as you lie on your back for yoga. I know you are wondering, what about sand? One lays a towel down. No mats. Balance becomes even more difficult, or spiritual, depending on how you look at those things.
The sand will be groomed, waiting for the print of your feet.
Of course, should you tire of the sea, and the sand, there are swimming pools. Three of them, in fact. Coming from California, I confess I was originally a little blase about the pools, despite their almost Hearstian grandeur. Here’s the Fountain Pool. A little ornate for my tastes, but it’s bad behavior to quibble. Kids climb on the fountain and push each other off and climb back up again for hours. Rampant, unmitigated glee.
Here’s the smaller Waterfall Pool. There is an actual waterfall, just out of sight, but I found the cabanas and the pool guy’s morning labors more interesting.
However, even chlorine-hardened Californians drop their jaws at the Serenity Pool.
Complete with infinite view of the ocean and a hot tub. One can eat lunch under umbrellas. One can even, and I did, have a foot massage in situ. Lordy, lordy, lordy I had to work at recovering my eyeballs from their deeply rolled position when all was said and one. The cucumber slices placed on my eyelids helped.
I really should have known what we were in for from the amenity situation. When your hotel has not one, but two types of body lotion, you can assume they’re going to have a certain perspective on creature comforts.
Thank you, oh Four Seasons Maui. You were exactly what we needed. To you, and all your exceptionally friendly staff, “Mahalo.” That’s not cheesy, it’s Hawaiian.
All images: me. No compensation has been received. But @FSMaui is a very nice Twitterer.