All the activities and golf-cart rides we enjoyed at Ayana and RIMBA were great, but I had been counting down until it was time to head north to Ubud. I was ready to shed resort life in favor of something more intimate. With its 25 villas tucked away on a hillside, staring into the tops of palm trees in Ubud’s Valley of the Kings, Viceroy Bali hit the spot.
Entering the Viceroy’s lobby was like walking into a wormhole to some glamorous era in the past.
I couldn’t get enough of the palm tree-covered hillside that faces the hotel. This is the Bali I’d been dreaming of.
I always get a little thrill opening the door to a hotel room for the first time. I can’t remember the little ritual ever making me want to cry, but that’s practically what happened here.
Can you see what I mean?
I suppose there’s something a bit emotional about someone handing you the keys to a corner of paradise as special as this one and saying, “It’s yours to enjoy.”
This beautiful carved door on my patio connected my villa to the one next door, but since I didn’t know my neighbors it was just a piece of art to me.
I loved how the light on my patio changed throughout the day. I know this because I spent every hour of the day that I could in my plunge pool or reading in that little sala.
Mornings were misty, and I loved sitting in my sala watching the mist burn off and the sky turn blue.
Something about the depth of the valley mesmerized me. It felt mysterious and comforting all at once.
As I mentioned in my previous post, tourists are confined to their hotels on Nyepi day. I read online somewhere that lots of tourists actually avoid visiting during Nyepi because they don’t want to be stuck in their rooms for a day of their stay. Crazy! Waking up at leisure, making a cup (or three) of espresso and sipping it in my sala as I tore through a suspenseful book, and feeling absolutely no pressure to be anywhere or do anything was the best use of a day in Bali that I could think of. It felt so restorative and it gave me time to sit and recall the incredible sites of Nyepi eve the day before.
The most energy I had to muster on Nyepi day was dragging myself to the spa for an oxygen facial, then to CasCades for a ridiculously good lunch.
Here I sat with an iced ginger tea waiting for my spa treatment and feeling extremely grateful for my state of affairs.
After my facial, I wandered over to CasCades for lunch.
I don’t know what they put in this simple garden salad, but I had three while I was there. Crazy good.
Not to be outdone by this bowl of pillowy feta ravioli, smothered in green goodness—and edible flowers!
I ended my stay with a full belly and a singing soul. Suffice it to say, Viceroy Bali stole my heart.