We’re heading to the Ritz-Carlton Half Moon Bay? I roll my eyes with such fervor I would give a 15 year old girl a run for her money. After a quick google search, this property in particular has won one of the best hotel properties in the world. Can we get any more “bougie” that that? I think I had been burned in the past. I’ve had too many people following me around in stores “preventing theft”, too many hotels turning up their noses, too many boutique stores looking horrified when I walk in.
In one visit to this property, my mind was blown. I walked in and received a hearty hello and a handshake. Smiles were everywhere and we were immediately directed to our personal fire pit.
“The thing is,” one of the hotel managers explained, “is that we are in Silicon Valley, home to some of the most successful people in the world. CEOs here come in wearing sweat pants, Hawaiian shirts, or covered in tattoos. Everyone is important here. There is no judgement for the person who walks in the door.” And while my salary is a far cry from anywhere near a millions of dollars, I had felt at ease the moment we walked over the threshold – and that means a lot to me.
As I look out to the golf course situated over one of the most stunning, cliche, rocky California bluff, a plate full of graham crackers, homemade marshmallows, and chocolate arrive just in time. My eyes grow big. I may not be the biggest fan of sweets in the world but holy mama I can eat the hell out of some s’mores.
My ears were filled with one of my favorite noises in the world as a bottle of the Ritz-Carlton Champagne was opened. Smooth, bubbly, perfect. It was one of those absurd moments in your life where you can’t believe where you are. We gobble down everything in a mad, sugar-fueled frenzy.
As I get up and the ocean breeze hits my face, I see a small army of golf carts waiting at the edge of the patio. Lo, and behold, the Ritz-Carlton’s neighbor, Half Moon Bay Golf Links poked their heads in.
“Let’s go for a ride. They are for you guys!”
What I heard was, “HEY GUYS! YOUR CHARIOT AWAITS YOU!” and I grab my fellow blogger’s champagne she didn’t finish and quickly gulp it down as I gleefully skipped down the steps to get into a golf cart. Did I mention I haven’t really driven one of these since I was about 12? I was practically raised on a golf cart growing up at my dad’s lawyer events…
And off we went! Screaming with joy, Stephanie (from Twenty-Something Travel) and I hauled ass down the road (Mike refused to drive with her but I honestly think he should have been more scared of me). Both of us were beaming. It really couldn’t get much better than this.
I spent the rest of my time at the Ritz-Carlton in a champagne and s’more induced haze. I had found my slice of luxury travel heaven.
What was your most surprising activity? What really caught you off-guard?
Disclosure: I was a guest of the Silicon Valley San Mateo CVB but all opinions are my own.