This week I received an email announcing that Rosewood Hotels & Resorts has been appointed to manage Castiglion del Bosco, a gorgeous hillside resort in Tuscany. The news sent a rush of goose bumps up my arms, and me straight to my Travel Wish List board on Pinterest. I’d never heard of the property, but I’ve long been a Rosewood devotee. If it’s Rosewood, I thought, it’s got to be good.
I pledged a lifetime of love and devotion to Rosewood after my first stay at Rosewood Little Dix Bay around seven years ago. Since then, I’ve stayed at Rosewood Mayakoba in Mexico, and returned again to Little Dix Bay. Rosewood operates more than 30 properties around the world, so I have a long way to go before I’m any kind of authority on the brand. But a combined three stays between those two properties has been enough for me to know that Rosewood is something special. Even now I struggle to articulate what, specifically, sets Rosewood apart, but sometimes words just can’t do the intangible justice. I do know that, while much of what I remember about other hotels includes things like high thread counts and fancy food, what I remember about my stays at Little Dix Bay and Rosewood Mayakoba are things like the warm, bright blackness of the sun through my closed eyelids; the dry, scratchy thrashing of palm fronds during a windswept dinner on the beach; and feeling totally content, my thoughts trained on nothing but my whereabouts. They’re not the kind of memories you have to dig down for or force, but the kind that ambush the senses at the tiniest reminder of a place.
I’ve been to Italy, but not yet to Tuscany, a place I imagine to be peaceful, impenetrable to worry and time. When my turn comes to head that way, I know where I’ll be checking in.
Do any hotels or hotel brands hold special meaning for you? Which ones, and why?
Here, some snaps from my most recent visit to Little Dix Bay. See what I mean?