I am known to be quite the princess. And why not? After all, I deserve it and it is one of the gifts I have given myself: allow pleasure to be bestowed upon me without guilt and reap the rewards of the gifts of this once in a lifetime journey. If The Dutch House wasn’t enchanting enough, I disembarked at Amangalla. Oh, for heaven’s sake, I was in heaven. I could live here. A home resplendent with rich mahogany antiques, rustic rattan and reproduction 18th century furniture, wooden floors, columns, old walls, aged paintings.But for this instant moment, I was about to take instant pleasure in my very first taste of Aman hospitality. It was a day of decadence for me: an Ayurvedic massage at the Aman Spa and a gourmet Sri Lankan lunch on the verandah cafe. I was in such a heady haze after the massage and hot shower, which to be honest, only prepared me for a day of wistful slumber only enhanced by my leisurely lunch on a warm summer afternoon. However, I would not allow myself to sleep, even though my mango dessert was lulling me off into a heavy lidded lustful nod, I had to wake up.I saved my sleep for the long car ride to my next destination. To tame your curiosity, I was off to Sri Lanka’s second Aman luxury property: Amanwella. The two hour car journey seemed too slow for words until I finally drifted off into a deep sleep-the kind of well fed baby sleep that you only seem to get in car rides when you are a child being transported home from your parents’ late night soirees.
Amangalla highlights Galle in a way that accentuates its colonial charm with the port nearby and countryside surrounding. The essence of standing amidst Amangalla is something ethereal all of its own. I cannot quite compare it to anything else but the giddy feeling of falling in love. The pristine atmosphere here matched just the reason for which I had come: a day of pampering-Aman style. I was ready to be spoiled by the Amangalla staff and curious to know what they had in store for me.