I turn 40 this year. It's getting easier to say that, btw. For some time, I've been dreaming about the ultimate getaway trip to celebrate this milestone. You know, how you picture yourself somewhere fabulous, doing fabulous things you otherwise never get to to do? I don't know, like sleeping in late, or lounging near a beautiful pool without wondering if your kids are drowning. Casually browsing mesmerizing shopfronts, or lingering over dinner with your Significant. You get the idea.
I've alway dreamed of Morocco as an incredible destination. Can you imagine? The sights, the aromas (spice heaven!), the shopping (I might as well book an export crate for the rugs, baskets, etc). Over the past, oh, five years or so, Morocco has blossomed as a legit and luxurious destination for Americans, but, over the past, oh, year or so, there's also been a lot of scary shiznit happening that might make you think twice about your personal security in that locale.
So, let's just say I've had a rethinking. Somewhere a little closer, a little less likely to see you captured and beheaded for your beliefs, but by all accounts (and we've done some Intel), incredible.
Panama. I'm lookin' at you. Specifically, the American Trade Hotel in Casco Viejo. It's uh-maze. A design junkie's end all.
The Lobby bar, and a guest suite. I'm all about a contrasting black trim; we've done some in our own house, and I love the crisp-ness it adds to a room. I love it even more the way it's paired with the amazing wood floors.
They have me at hello with that perfect Trad/Colonial facade tricked out with contemporary iron-framed glass on the main floor, and yeah, you might convince me to soak in that tub. #bathdesignporn
Just stop already with the badass tile situations, 'K. If our newly-finished study had a Central American sister, this space would be it.
Your choice of cocktail-serving spaces. (There's a pool, too. Case you were wonderin'}