As wedding-palooza starts to become real, my beyonce and I have begun to consider our honeymoon options. We're getting married in March, and because cold weather is my enemy, this means no to a European vacation or other tempting northern hemisphere destinations like Japan, China or Central Asia.
Luckily we're left with so many exciting alternatives. South America? Southeast Asia? What about sub-Saharan Africa? These incredible photos from the Lamai Serengeti Lodge in Tanzania have certainly put East Africa in the running.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Despite having a clear bias toward hotels in steamy beach, desert and jungle locals, years of consuming Jane Austin content and Working Title Rom-Coms have carved out a special place in my heart for the English country inn.
I love the design of the Olde Bell Inn so much. It's an Elizabethan-era coaching inn from 1135 located in the Berkshire village of Hurley. It would certainly satisfy my desire to live out all my Mr. Darcy fantasies, but it also takes it to another level with so many fun modern and retro details.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
These pop-up hotels featured today on Apartment Therapy may be less relevant for the kind of hotel I'd love to own, considering L.A. is worth visiting all year round, but still, very cool concept. This one was an art exhibit in Tokyo that you could check into for a night. Neat!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Remember my post about two-toned walls? I freak out over checkered floors for pretty much the same reasons I do over those walls. They're casual, playful and encompass all the shared awesomeness from Mediterranean Europe, North Africa and Latin America.
I'd love to have a dining room, kitchen or bathrooms in my hotelito with some of this sweet floor action.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The summer I graduated from college I went on a month-long driving trip across the American South. We mostly pitched tents at steamy, mosquito-infested campgrounds, but on a few occasions, we splurged and stayed at a hostel. The most memorable of these was The Hostel in the Forest in Brunswick, Georgia.
Situated deep in the Georgian forest, the hostel is made up of a geodesic dome, 9 tree houses and a whole crew of crazypants hippies. The gong outside the communal space signifies both meal times and collective bong toke times. It's all vegetarian, there's a sweat lodge, saw dust composting toilets, and most importantly, clothing is optional.
Photo here and above by Molo Nomsa
As a young commie, I was super into it. But then while I was swimming naked in the black bottom grotto I started talking to one of the many dudes who worked/volunteered there. The conversation went something like this:
Rachel: So do you get paid to work here?
Dude: No. But I get all the pot I want and I get to see naked girls walking around.
Rachel: Oh. Cool.
This made getting out of the pool slightly awkward. Isn't there some unspoken rule at nudist colonies that says you're not supposed to admit you're enjoying it?
Anyway, the point of this post is not to contemplate the weirdness of hippies. The point is to celebrate the awesomeness of tree houses. Despite nearly suffocating while covered in mud in a sweat lodge, I really did enjoy staying at The Hostel in the Forest. At least 95% of my enjoyment came from our private tree house room.
Tree houses are incredible. They are the best possible way to fulfill childhood tree nymph fantasies and, more practically, to keep all the little forest critters at bay. I'm very glad to see that people other than Ken Kesey groupies are jumping on the tree house train.
Did you see the super sweet spread of tree house hotels on Apartment Therapy?
Tree Houses Hotel Costa Rica
Financial Times also did a list of tree houses a few months ago. Look at this crazy future tree house in Sweden.
I know I'm going out on a limb here (har har), but how amazing would it be to have a tree house hotel in the hills of Echo Park?
Alright. Stoner fantasy over. But it coulda been so cool, man.