What better name could you give to a hotel built on Sparkling Hill?
During most of my winter stays in Canada, I occasionally found refuge in a Sparkling hotel.
This Sparkling hotel, perched upon a hill adorned with Swarovski crystals, was a sight to behold. Crystals dangled delicately from the ceiling, while sculptures made of crystals adorned every room, and crystal-framed walls enhanced the ambiance of each steam room.
The amenities offered at this stunning establishment were truly remarkable: a hot and cold spa, numerous steam rooms of varying temperatures, saunas, an infinity pool, jacuzzi, snowy room, and several relaxation areas with soothing music, herbal teas, and breathtaking views.
I could spend hours gazing out at the wild nature, with its turquoise lake nestled among trees, hills, and the majestic Rocky Mountains. The tranquility of moments spent here cannot be described; it must be experienced.
Nearby, a golf course and a Heliport awaited, along with walking trails frequented by marmots.
This was a wellness oasis where visitors, wrapped in bathrobes, whispered softly to preserve the tranquil atmosphere. During each visit, I made sure to explore every pool, every steam room. I even set an alarm clock to have the infinity pool to myself in the early morning hours. I immersed myself in cold water, then sought warmth in the sauna, followed by a refreshing plunge into a room full of snow. I soaked, received massages, and relaxed for many months in advance.
One day, while walking from one soothing place to another, a high-pitched scream pierced the silence of the corridor, momentarily shattering the peaceful ambiance. It was a sound akin to that of experiencing a horrifying ordeal. A woman, clad in a bikini and a woolly hat, was screaming her heart out. She had just experienced cryotherapy, not a murder. The concept of this therapy was new to me, prompting me to research and contemplate trying it myself one day.
My natural curiosity and willingness to experiment with mind over matter eventually led me to attend a Wim Hof workshop in London a few years later.
I am grateful for the courage I found to embark on such adventures and for the memorable experiences I had at Sparkling Hill.
I regularly swim in the sea in winter months ever since, to keep my sanity and find my soul :-)
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