I grew up sharing a bathroom with two brothers. My first year of college I shared one with nine other women, who surprisingly, are still some of my closest friends. Until a few years ago, the shower portion of my bathroom at home was barely bigger than the shower. I felt like I had to wedge myself into the shower when I was pregnant, and my husband’s head practically touched the tiled ceiling. Perhaps that’s why I have such an appreciation for gorgeous bathrooms.
With two sinks, a large tub and a shower, the bathroom at 1000 Islands Harbor Hotel where I recently visited was plenty big, especially as I was traveling alone. Sadly, I never had the chance to sink deep into that tub, but its presence was a comfort anyway.
I visited the celebrity-level luxurious Iberostar Grand Bavaro in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, the fourth and by far most upscale resort in this country for Iberostar. My gorgeous suite, done is peaceful shades of beige and blue grey, has a wood-floored balcony facing the Caribbean.
But it’s the bathroom that is truly breathtaking – the Jacuzzi tub has a view of the ocean, the meandering pool surrounded by tented lounging beds and wicker chaises and the huge ship that houses a bar and is a signature of this adults-only resort. I can shower, floss my teeth, go through my 87-second makeup routine and even tinkle, all with a view of the ocean.
One night I lowered the see-through shades on the two exposed sides of the tub, filled it with hot water and sprinkled it with Forest Essentials Sea Salt. Ready for the ultimate relaxation, I pressed the button for the invigorating yet soothing bubbles, and was instantly rewarded with projectile blasts of water in the face. Now my hair was soaked, so the bath was over as I scrambled to dry my hair before dinner. But at least I could dry it with a view of the twinkling lights of the ship and the blue haze of the pool.
The Most Gorgeous Bathroom
But by far the most magnificent bathroom I’ve ever had was at Phulay Bay, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve in Krabi, Thailand, where we were lucky enough to enjoy a Reserve Villa, the most luxurious accommodations I’ve ever experienced. The villa was almost 4,000 square feet, with the multi-roomed bathroom making up a good portion of that. But wait, there’s more! We had private gardens that included a magnificent outdoor shower, where we could even shower with a view.
Other views that have come close to rivaling this one including our beachfront room at Peter Island, again with a tub that afforded a view of the beach just a few steps away. One of my more memorable visits to the restroom was in Las Vegas, to the ladies’ room at Mix, where you can take care of business on a black toilet while looking down 43 stories to The Strip below. Seems you don’t have to miss a minute of the action, even when nature calls.
But then there is the bathroom in the downstairs of our former 1918 house. For reasons unknown, there are two windows here. One is in the bathtub area, from which you could watch the neighbors walk their dogs while you shower, hardly a selling point to most people. The other is in the bathroom door itself, one of those milky glazed type windows. But despite the distortions you can still see through it, so we have to come up with clever ways to cover it. Right now it’s covered with a linen monogrammed napkin that I stuck up there in a moment of desperation before a dinner party.
My bathroom now does have windows. But they have a view into our neighbor’s home. Which means they have a view into ours – not exactly what you want when you’re bathing. So I’ll just enjoy the views when I travel.