Desert Island, the dream of Anantara

Today I found this great book you send me, the one in which you have registered your dreams. You wrote Anantara - Desert Island on the cover and rediscovering this fabulous place, chills run through me. Since you’ve been gone, I keep remembering this paradise where you were sublime, a real princess.

The music still echoes in my head and the exceptional landscapes of Abu Dhabi are taking shape in my thoughts. Looking through the pages, I revisit this great place in which we enjoyed the royal suite. I read again your comments and a smile appears on my sad face. Your words remind me of the villa in which we protected our love. Away from the main spring, two bedrooms and a multitude of parts were the scene of our history and our vacation. 200 square meters of happiness and as much space for us to be cuddling and be together. I think of these shared moments in the private pool on the terrace of our beloved Royal Anantara Hotel villa.

Turning the pages, I continue to visit your thoughts and the words you left on the typical contemporary decor offered by this villa. I guess again this intimate atmosphere in which we blew up our love for each other. The soft lighting, flower petals discharged into the suite, the warm and soft atmosphere mark my memories. The photos of the tree lit up with a hundred lights in the hall are beautiful. I read your notes on the various restaurants where we found perfect flavors. “The Palm” seems to be your favorite. You describe it as the most wonderful place in the Anantara hotel. I advance in your memories and photos of our dinner called “Dining by Design” remind me to this prestigious moment. I see you again in this beautiful and elegant long dress that you wore for this meal in the desert, where we were protected by the glimmer of the candles around. Perfect time, unique moment ... How could I forget?

My journey through memories continues. I contemplate your beauty, your curves and your smile when I see the photos I had taken in this remarkable Spa. “Sand of times” was a prestigious care. I had heard about this massage for hours. The power of the desert sand seemed unrealistic and yet coming out of the luxury treatment, you were shinning. Your beauty exploded before my eyes. More beautiful than ever, your muscles were freed of all these accumulated tensions. Your skin was sublime and the combination of various massages had turned the meeting into a moment of fullness and comfort. Was Abu Dhabi so powerful? Was Anantara a place made of dreams? I do not know. You went back there, having to leave this country made you sad, the extraordinary scenery almost like mirages. I'm crazy about you and I would like to find you in this mirage! My daily life is sad without you and the fabulous memories of our perfect stay in Abu Dhabi’s Anantara Desert Island make these days more enjoyable.

Closing the book, I find your words "I love you, come find me"! ". A plane ticket was attached to this book made of memories we built in Anantara. A car picks me up, I’m coming...