An ode to old world hotels
From southern tip of Mama Africa, to good old England, to sexy Argentina, I am always hotel dreaming...
I could certainly make a list of hotels that have my heart. Some are over a century old, some make me feel like an older dapper gentleman in an Albertus Swanepoel hat, and some are just secrets places I’d never reveal. Think of me as a kind of Oscar Wilde meets Dorian Gray of hotel devotees…I scribbled some love letters to a few of these hotels on a napkin…and for me these are not just hotels, they are memories. Hundreds of hotels open every month, all over the world. But very few are able to truly capture a moment, aiding you with utmost sophistication to see the world anew.
The reason we travel isn’t to stay at these glamorous hotels. It’s not the fine linen, the concierge that knows your name, the histories or design elements, or even the finesse of it all. The reason we go here, is to lose ourselves in something that’s not our lives. It’s an opportunity, and there are many other ways to do this too, to challenge our very being. Travel isn’t just an adventure or even a whimsical journey. Travel is a way to set aside your prejudices, your preconceived ideas, and your controlling levers that you’ve set up in your daily life.
So here we are…