The Most Luxe Spa on Earth: Silver Rain, a La Prairie Spa
What it is: Silver Rain, a La Prairie Spa at The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman
Why we love it: After enduring months of romantic drama worthy of a reality show, this beauty editor was in dire need of a vacation. Destination requirements: 1. Piña coladas strong enough to make me forget about HIM; 2. Ocean water so clear that I could see my toes; and 3. A spa where I could truly relax and recharge my emotional battery. That's how I ended up at The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman, home of Silver Rain, a La Prairie Spa. Before I even start gushing over the lavish 20,000-square-foot sanctuary known as Silver Rain (the word "spa" doesn't even begin to describe it), let's discuss the hotel. The Ritz-Carlton is known for having impeccable service, and this property was no exception. When my travel companions and I arrived at the hotel, we were immediately greeted with ice-cold glasses of lemonade in the lobby, which by the way looks like this:
After being escorted to our I-could-die-happy-in-here room, we wasted no time changing into our bikinis and hitting the beach (where destination requirements one and two were fulfilled). By late afternoon, we were ready to visit the spa. Being that it's a La Prairie spa, my expectations were high, but I was not prepared for the insane luxury that awaited me. For starters, the predominant theme is water, as expressed by the glacial-like entrance (or "water room") with its stalactite columns and shimmering floor. (The overall effect was like a super-posh Epcot Center.)
We checked in and were led to the changing room, which evoked a glamorous, Mad Men-era ladies' lounge with ethereal glass chandeliers, white feathered curtains, and sleek dove-gray couches.
Once you put on your robe, you can use the sauna or whirlpool until it's time for your treatment, but we opted to hang out in the Silver Haven Lounge, where each person has his or her own plush relaxation nook. Needless to say, I fell asleep under a cream cashmere blanket while clutching a handful of biscotti from the snack table. The staff (who are referred to as "angels") present you with a music menu to choose from during your service. (I chose John Mayer. Don't judge.)
The Silver Rain Facial left my skin looking radiant, and the Swedish massage turned my knotty muscles into mush. When my personal "angel" (politely) informed me that my session was finished, I had to stop myself from clinging to the pristine treatment bed in protest.
Obviously, all of this decadence comes with a hefty price tag, and jetting off to Grand Cayman for spa treatments isn't in everyone's budget. But if you're willing to splurge on a fantastic experience, I guarantee you'll be blown away by The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman and the Silver Rain Spa.