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               Nakalele               Blowhole
               My               husband               Z               and               I               find               the               parking               area               and               hike               down               a               wide               dirt               road,               quickly               reaching               a               footpath               that               winds               along               the               shore.

As               we               stare               down,               we               can               see               black               cliffs               and               turquoise               water               with               white               caps               madly               burgeoning.

We               glimpse               a               turtle               swimming               and               bobbing               in               the               turbulent               waters               far               below.

We               continue               parallel               to               the               ocean               and               across               rocky               terrain               and,               after               a               short               hike,               we               reach               the               blowhole.

Rather               than               approach               it,               we               opt               to               stay               and               view               it               from               a               slight               distance               above.

Every               few               minutes,               water               jettisons               in               the               air,               and               then               there               is               a               pause.

An               opening               in               the               lava               cliff               reveals               a               view               of               the               surf               where               the               edge               of               the               cliff               meets               the               deep               water.

A               young               man               and               woman               approach               the               blowhole,               waiting               for               the               water               to               spurt               up.

We               wonder               if               there               is               any               danger               of               the               blowhole               or               the               waves               sweeping               the               couple               away,               and               we               watch               with               intense               interest.

The               couple               approaches               a               little               closer...the               blowhole               explodes               with               water...the               water               is               sucked               violently               back               down....the               young               man               approaches               a               little               more...his               girlfriend               follows.

A               moment               goes               by,               then               another,               while               the               young               man               moves               closer               and               closer               to               the               edge               of               the               blowhole,               and               the               woman               is               right               behind               him.

Another               group               with               children,               emboldened               by               the               couple's               confident               adventurousness,               mill               about,               some               creeping               near               to               the               blowhole's               edge.

Then,               pow!

the               water               explodes               up               in               a               grandiose               display.

Spray               soaks               the               young               man               as               he               rapidly               backs               away.

Happily,               he               is               not               as               close               as               it               appeared               he               was               from               our               vantage               point.
               Honolua               -               Mokule'ia               Bay
               Once               we               have               had               our               fill               of               the               blowhole,               we               hike               back               to               the               car               and               drive               past               the               magnificent               landscape               once               again,               looking               for               access               to               the               shoreline.

We               find               Honolua               -               Mokule'ia               Bay,               a               small               secluded               beach               which               we               enter               via               a               steep               stone               stairway.

A               sign               tells               us               that               it               is               a               marine               protected               area,               which               usually               means               for               us               snorkelers               that               it               is               rich               with               fish               life               and               coral.

Once               we've               settled               our               towels               and               things               on               the               sand,               I               test               the               waters.

I               find               myself               slipping               into               the               warmest               water               I've               experienced               on               Maui.

The               beach               on               Mokule'ia               Bay               is               a               tiny               cove               nestled               into               a               cliff               and               has               a               cozy               communal               feel.

As               people               in               the               water               talk               to               each               other,               their               voices               echo               against               the               cliff.

I               am               bathed               in               the               pleasant               murmur               of               conversation               without               being               overwhelmed               by               noise               or               hearing               the               stridence               of               individual               voices.

On               the               beach,               a               David               Beckham               look-alike               with               a               chiseled               torso               and               red               bathing               suit               dries               himself               off.

Z               is               ready               to               head               off               with               his               snorkeling               mask,               so               I               decide               to               explore               the               wonderland               of               tidepools               off               to               my               right.
               I               pleasantly               while               away               a               great               deal               of               time               hopping               from               rock               to               rock               and               exploring               the               myriad               pools               and               rock               formations.

Many               of               the               pools               are               big               enough               to               dip               oneself               into,               and               I               linger               at               a               few               of               these.

I               eventually               come               across               a               rock               formation               that               resembles               a               natural               chair.

I               sit               on               the               flat               part               of               the               "chair,"               and               the               waves               wash               over               my               lap.

Back               on               the               beach,               I               find               Z.

He               excitedly               tells               me               that               the               snorkeling               is               excellent               -               lots               of               fish!

And,               to               top               it               off,               he               swam               underwater               with               a               turtle!

In               the               bright               sunlight,               we               shade               our               eyes               to               peer               at               the               underwater               photos               he               just               took               (see               the               last               page               of               this               article               for               the               link               to               the               slideshow).

He               even               got               video               of               the               turtle               gliding               meditatively               through               the               pristine               water,               front               flipper               moving               slowly               and               rhythmically               up               and               down,               up               and               down.
               We               eat               our               picnic               lunch               and               sun               for               a               while.

On               the               way               back,               I               hang               my               head               out               the               car               window               and               look               up.

The               cloud               formation               looks               like               a               whale's               tale.

For               a               good               stretch               of               road,               we               are               level               with               the               sea,               which               is               a               few               feet               away               from               the               road.

I               breathe               in               the               fresh               marine               air               and               stare               at               the               expanse               of               vast,               tranquil               ocean.

We               arrive               home               and               realize               it               is               almost               six               p.m.

How               fast               the               day               went               by!
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               Yoga               &               Snorkeling
               This               morning,               I               look               out               on               the               patio               and               see               a               twitch               of               an               ear.

Alex,               or               Alexander               the               Great,               as               I               have               decided               to               call               our               resident               stray               cat,               is               sleeping               under               the               deck               chair.

I               go               out               and               give               him               a               pet.

He               turns               his               enchanting               green               eyes               up               to               me               and               purrs.

He               likes               being               petted               now,               although               he's               still               cautious.

His               body               seems               to               be               filling               out.

Z's               plan               to               "fatten               him               up"               is               working.

I               am               going               to               a               yoga               class               this               morning,               looking               forward               to               the               pleasant               exertion               of               stretching               and               strengthening               my               body.

The               class               is               given               at               the               Mana               Kai               Maui               Resort.

This               is               my               first               time               here,               and               I               find               the               location               and               approach               the               entrance.

The               resort               is               a               hi-rise               condominium               complex               located               directly               next               to               the               shoreline.

Two               women               introduce               themselves               to               me               and               are               asking               me               questions,               and               I               am               getting               flustered,               wondering               where               do               I               pay,               and               which               one               is               the               teacher.

Then               I               see               a               third               woman               standing               near               the               door,               greeting               students.

Her               black               hair               is               pulled               into               a               tight               bun.

She               is               wearing               a               black               leotard,               and               her               face               and               eyes               radiate               kindness.

I               say               hello               and               ask               her               for               her               name.

"Deni,"               she               says.

Her               posture               is               disciplined               but               relaxed               and               grounded,               and               her               eyes               reveal               she               is               empathetic               and               perceptive               enough               to               pick               up               on               my               nervousness.

I               feel               better.
               Class               starts               with               a               breathing/meditation               exercise,               then               we               begin               to               move               and               stretch.

During               a               standing               forward               bend,               with               my               face               to               my               knees,               I               notice               with               gentle               surprise               that               the               cut               on               my               shin               has               all               but               healed.

Being               in               and               out               of               Maui               ocean               water               has               been               good               for               me.

The               cut               would               have               taken               twice               as               long               to               heal               at               home.

As               Deni               talks               us               into               poses,               she               provides               a               wealth               of               instruction               on               body               adjustments,               yoga               history               and               pose               variations               for               those               (like               me)               who               need               it.

She               circulates               around               the               room,               assisting               many               of               the               students               individually               and               works               with               me               several               times,               encouraging               me               and               helping               me               get               deeper               into               the               poses.
               At               the               end               of               class,               my               body               feels               engaged               and               deeply               relaxed.

The               other               students               and               I               extend               our               respectful               farewell               to               Deni               and               put               our               props               away.

Then,               I               walk               out               the               door               of               the               basement               yoga               studio               and               contemplate               the               ocean               in               front               of               me.

The               waves               seem               to               be               beckoning               to               me.

A               school               of               thimble-sized               fish               darts               about               in               the               aquamarine               water               at               my               feet.

I               can't               resist               shedding               my               t-shirt               and               shorts               and               wading               in               for               a               quick               dip.

The               transparency               of               the               water               and               the               rocky               area               jutting               out               promise               good               snorkeling,               so               I               leave               to               find               Z               and               entice               him               back               with               tantalizing               but               vague               remarks               about               this               wonderful               beach               he               "just               has"               to               see.
               He               takes               the               bait,               and               we               head               back               to               the               beach               in               front               of               the               Mana               Kai,               this               time               with               snorkel               masks.

Once               we               get               into               the               water,               we               head               out               toward               the               rock               formations,               which               turn               out               to               be               made               of               coral               and               lava.

I               am               amazed               at               the               pristine               clarity               of               the               water.

I               can               see               fish               and               coral               -               white,               pink,               orange               -               for               20               feet               down.

As               I               swim,               I               realize               I               am               making               my               way               around               a               huge               coral               ledge               that               extends               several               hundred               feet               out               from               the               rocky               shoreline.

It               is               like               an               underwater               cliff,               and               it               invites               diving               down               to               explore               at               close               range.

At               one               point,               an               opening               forms               a               sort               of               small               underwater               canyon               with               reefs               to               each               side.

I               dive               down               and               follow               the               fish               through               this               crevice               until               I               have               to               turn               around               and               come               up               for               air.

Sun               streams               through               the               water.

Tea-cup               sized               puffer               fish,               black               with               dainty               white               polka               dots,               pause               to               nibble               at               the               coral               and               then               float               away.

The               white               sand               on               the               ocean               floor               stretches               as               far               as               the               eye               can               see.

I               see               more               kinds               of               fish               than               I               can               describe               -               all               sizes,               all               colors.

Among               the               menagerie               are               yellow               tang,               long               cylindrical               blue               trumpet               fish,               '"Nemo"-type               orange               and               white               clownfish.
               As               I               swim,               I               feel               the               ebb               and               flow               of               warm               water               currents.

I               take               my               time               exploring               coral               cliffs,               canyons               and               crevices,               careful               not               to               stay               too               close               to               the               reef.

The               waters               are               fairly               calm,               but               I               am               not               as               strong               a               swimmer               as               Z,               nor               as               experienced               in               ocean               conditions.

He               knows               how               to               read               the               surf               and               has               helped               me               out               of               a               few               dicey               situations.

He               also               equips               us               with               good               gear               -               reef               shoes,               US               Diver               masks,               anti-fog               solution.

Now,               as               I'm               floating               above               the               surface,               I               watch               a               school               of               reef               triggerfish.

They               have               neutral-colored               bodies               decorated               with               wide               bands               of               black               across               their               bellies               and               tiny               accents               of               electric               blue               on               their               heads.

The               Hawaiians               have               a               long               name               for               this               species,               which               is               the               state               fish               of               Hawaii:               Humuhumu               nukunuku               apua'a.

I               see               an               eel               undulate               towards               a               crevice               in               the               lava,               then               it               is               gone.

Z               will               be               jealous:               he               hasn't               seen               one               yet.

In               our               experience,               eel               sightings               are               more               infrequent               than               spotting               other               forms               of               marine               life.

However,               according               to               the               Maui               Ocean               Center,               there               are               38               species               of               Moray               eels               in               the               waters               off               the               Hawaiian               islands.
               We               are               now               ready               to               head               back               to               shore               and               rest.

As               we               exit               the               water,               I               turn               to               Z               and               say,               "As               clear               as               a               swimming               pool,               eh?"               He               agrees.

We               are               both               continually               amazed               at               how               each               time               we               go               to               Maui,               we               discover               beaches,               some               well               known,               some               hidden,               like               little               gems               that               hide               modestly               in               plain               sight.

We               stretch               out               on               the               sand               and               soak               up               the               warm               bright               sun               for               a               while               and               then               decide               to               explore               the               beach               side               of               the               lava               outcropping.

It               is               only               when               we               walk               over               to               the               lava               that               we               realize               there               are               tide               pools,               lots               of               them.

Tiny               crabs,               snails               and               fish               zip               elusively               from               pool               to               pool,               allowing               themselves               to               be               washed               in               and               out               with               the               current.

Z               rock-hops               out               to               a               particularly               large               pool               and               finds               a               clearing               where               he               can               sit               down               without               disturbing               any               coral               or               other               creatures.

I               join               him,               and               we               watch               the               crystalline               waves               break               and               subside               against               the               lava               a               few               feet               from               us.

It's               kind               of               like               having               a               natural               flat-screen               t.v.,               except               it's               3-D.
               Z               decides               he               wants               to               sun               some               more,               and               I               walk               over               to               Zack's               at               the               Mana               Kai               resort,               a               worthwhile               effort,               as               it               turned               out               that               besides               their               ample               deli               and               snack               selection,               they               also               have               a               couple               of               aisles               of               gifts               and               souvenirs               with               fairly               reasonable               prices.

For               10               or               15               minutes,               I               happily               browse               as               I               listen               to               two               cashiers               banter               with               their               customers.

One               of               the               cashiers,               a               dark-haired               woman,               performs               her               duties               with               relaxed               friendliness,               calling               all               her               clients               "hon."               I               pick               out               some               earrings               and               a               hibiscus-shaped               hairpin               for               my               niece.

At               the               register               when               I               pay               for               my               treasures,               the               warm-hearted               cashier               extends               the               same               pleasant               salutation               to               me.
               Turtles,               turtles               everywhere!
               We               are               getting               closer               to               the               end               of               our               stay               in               Maui,               but               Z               has               organized               one               more               adventure.

He's               reserved               a               double               kayak               so               we               can               explore               and               snorkel               Makena               bay.

We               rise               early               today               and               quickly               check               the               patio               for               Alex.

He               has               left               us               a               small               pile               of               feathers               and               fluff.

I               am               encouraged               to               know               he               has               hunting               skills,               although               I               shudder               to               think               of               the               poor               francolin               chick               who               met               its               end               at               Alexander               the               Great's               claws.

We               pour               some               milk               in               the               ramekin,               and               his               ears               prick               forward.

I               love               the               way               he               sticks               his               tongue               out               over               and               over               as               he               laps               the               milk,               but               this               morning               there               is               no               time               to               linger.

We               arrive               promptly,               7               am,               at               Makena               and               meet               the               guys               from               South               Pacific               Kayak,               one               of               whom               gives               us               a               brief               refresher               course               /               pep               talk               on               how               to               get               the               boat               in               and               out               of               the               water               (get               out               of               the               surf               quickly!),               how               to               sit               in               the               boat               (with               an               athletic               bend               to               the               knee),               and               how               to               get               our               bodies               in               and               out               of               the               kayak               (both               feet               at               a               time).

He               tells               us               the               best               way               to               go               so               that               the               wind               will               help               us               back               in               to               the               landing               cove.

Then               we               are               on               our               way.
               The               surf               is               miniscule               this               early               in               the               morning,               so               we               both               get               in               the               kayak               without               incident.

The               paddling               is               easy.

The               slight               resistance               of               the               oars               in               the               water               gives               me               a               nice               feeling               of               gentle               tension               across               my               chest,               shoulders               and               back.

We               traverse               a               series               of               several               small               bays               where               the               water               is               so               clear               we               can               see               its               depth,               which               range               from               9               to               20               feet               deep.

We               approach               what               I               am               guessing               is               Makena               Beach,               a               very               popular               tourist               spot               with               a               long               stretch               of               white               sand               in               front               of               a               large               hotel               complex.

For               the               moment,               on               this               quiet               morning,               it               is               deserted.

Not               a               soul               out               there.

Z               suddenly               says,               "I               see               turtles               at               1               o'clock."               I               search               the               water               and               don't               immediately               see               them,               until,               yes,               a               head               bobs               in               and               out               of               the               water.

Then               I               see               the               dome               of               a               turtle's               shell               emerge,               then               its               flipper.

Then,               the               dome               of               another               turtle's               shell               reveals               itself.

The               ocean               currents               bring               us               closer               for               a               moment,               and               I               can               clearly               see               the               turtle's               beak               ,               the               profile               of               its               face,               and               one               wise               eye.
               We               continue               paddling               until,               moments               later,               my               husband               (who               apparently               has               a               talent               for               spotting               these               sometimes               elusive               creatures)               says,               "there's               one               -               right               ahead               of               us!"               This               one               is               a               large               creature               with               a               back               as               wide               as               a               heavy-set               man.

It               swims               towards               us,               quite               close,               and               then               descends               with               a               graceful               dive               into               deeper               waters.

We               keep               going               and               see               an               ocean               canoe               in               a               stationary               position               near               a               group               of               five               or               six               snorkelers.

We               decide               to               approach               them,               and               Z               slides               off               the               kayak               and               snorkels               away.

He               doesn't               get               far               from               the               boat               when               he               shouts               with               joyous               excitement,               "turtles               -               look!

Look!"               Sure               enough,               I               see               two               turtles               surfacing               near               him,               their               fins               making               small               water               splashes               as               they               swim               leisurely               in               his               direction.

These               creatures               appear               to               be               as               curious               about               us               as               we               are               about               them.

Z               dives               down               a               few               feet               and               bobs               back               up.
               He               gasps               for               air               as               he               shouts,               "there's               twenty               or               thirty               turtles               down               there,"               in               joyful               awe.

Another               turtle               surfaces               and               swims               with               Z,               following               him.

Then,               it               dives               down,               and               another               bobs               up               in               its               place.

Z               treads               water               while               a               parade               of               turtles               bob               up               one               by               one               to               inspect               him.

I               paddle               to               keep               the               kayak               far               enough               away               not               to               scare               the               turtles               but               close               enough               so               Z               can               climb               back               in.

Once               he               has               had               his               fill,               he               gets               in               the               boat               and               we               continue               on.

The               water               is               so               calm               that               we               pull               out               our               snacks               -               Maui               banana               bread               from               the               Farmer's               Market,               cheese               and               hard               boiled               eggs               -               and               we               eat,               right               there               on               the               water.

The               warm               sun,               gentle               breeze               and               calm               ocean               are               pleasant               and               calming.

We               joke               that               we               could               take               a               nap               right               here               on               the               water,               and               I               do               close               my               eyes               for               a               few               minutes,               succumbing               to               a               wave               of               relaxation.

On               the               next               beach               down,               a               lone               fisherman               holds               court               with               his               poles.
               We               continue               on.

Whenever               we               don't               feel               like               paddling,               we               just               stop               and               let               the               current               take               us.

Before               we               know               it,               it               is               time               to               head               back               to               the               landing               area.

We               paddle               in               close               to               the               shore,               and               the               waves               push               us               the               rest               of               the               way,               right               onto               the               sand.
               Mango               lady
               We               drive               back               to               the               condo               at               a               leisurely               pace,               passing               by               a               few               oceanfront               homes.

Then               Z               slows               down,               commenting,               with               curiosity,               "Look               how               many               mangoes               are               growing               on               that               tree!"               The               tree               is               indeed               laden               with               quite               a               few               of               the               green               oval-shaped               fruits.

He               stops               in               front               of               the               residence's               driveway,               where               a               woman               has               gotten               out               of               her               car               and               is               walking               over               to               pick               some               mangoes.

After               she               plucks               her               treasures               from               the               tree,               she               sees               us               looking               at               her               and               walks               towards               us,               smiling,               with               two               mangoes               in               her               hands.

She               steps               up               to               the               car               window.

As               she               bends               forward               to               speak,               every               smile               line               deepens               on               her               face,               and               she               says,               "You               really               must               try               these!"               Feeling               concerned               that               we               might               have               somehow               made               her               feel               obligated               to               make               this               offer,               I               try               to               convey               slight               remorse               and               ask               her,               "Really?"               while               searching               her               face.

She               smiles               reassuringly               and               says,               "yes!"               We               accept               the               mango               gifts               and               extended               her               our               enthusiastic               and               warm               thanks.

As               we               drive               off,               I               put               the               mangoes               up               to               my               nose               and               inhale               their               enchanting               aroma.

It's               like               breathing               in               ambrosia               -               honey,               with               a               slight               pungency               that               is               sweeter               and               milder               than               South               American               mangoes.

When               we               get               home,               we               immediately               peel               and               slice               the               fruit.

It               is               juicy,               perfectly               ripe,               peachy               and               fresh,               with               a               pleasant               sharpness               that               piques               the               palate.
               Last               Evening
               Now,               it's               time               to               pack               for               home.

With               my               suitcase               open               on               the               bed,               I               gaze               contentedly               at               my               tube               of               sunscreen               that               is               now               empty.

I               used               the               whole               thing               during               this               short               stay.

We               definitely               made               the               most               of               this               trip               -               snorkeling               and               swimming               every               day               in               so               many               beautiful               beaches               -               Kaanapali,               Ahihi,               Kamaole               III.

And               the               best               part               was               the               kayak               trip.

I               am               going               to               miss               this               place,               its               warmth               and               beauty.
               On               this,               my               fourth               trip               to               Maui,               I               am               only               beginning               to               have               an               inkling               of               understanding               of               Maui               culture               and               what               I               have               come               to               know               as               the               Aloha               spirit.

I               don't               think               the               competitivity               and               separateness               of               mainland               American               culture               exists               here.

Instead,               what               Z               and               I               discovered               was               a               sense               of               being               able               to               relax               and               surrender               within               the               gentle,               warm               climate               and               the               powerful               but               placid               ocean.

It's               a               sense               that               is               mirrored               in               the               people               we               meet.

Like               the               mango               lady,               these               beautiful               souls               are               trusting,               generous,               tranquil,               gentle,               and               supple.

Gradually,               we've               discovered,               we               are               becoming               so               as               well.

We               feel               a               sense               of               union               with               nature               and               peace               with               other               people.

We               feel               a               sense               of               reverence               for               the               aina               (land)               and               the               kai               (ocean).
               I               run               my               fingers               across               the               pineapple               engraving               of               the               bamboo               headboard               in               our               room,               feeling               the               solidity               and               the               curves               of               the               engraving.

Z               walks               in,               and               I               look               over               at               his               bronzed               torso               and               smile.

"You're               tan!"               I               say               appreciatively.

He               looks               at               me,               touches               my               shoulder               gently               and               says,               "you're               peachy!"
               We               finish               packing               and               say               goodbye               to               Alex               Miaow.

Z               leaves               him               2               huge               dishes               of               dry               food,               and               I               leave               a               note               on               the               fridge               that               says               "please               feed               hungry               cat!."               As               we               drive               down               the               driveway,               we               are               treated               to               one               last               Maui               sunset               -               the               sun               an               orange               orb,               the               black               silhouette               of               palm               trees.

We               say,               "aloha,"               goodbye,               to               this               island,               in               hopes               that               it               won't               be               too               long               before               we               say               "aloha",               hello,               once               again.
               Link               to               Swimming               with               Turtles               slideshow:
               http://www.associatedcontent.com/slideshow/8042/swimming_with_turtles_.html
               Hike               to               the               Blowhole:               http://www.hawaiiweb.com/maui/sites_to_see/NakaleleBlowhole.htm
               Honulua               /               Makalei:               http://www.hawaiiweb.com/maui/beaches/HonoluaBay.htm
               Kihei               Farmer's               Market:               61               S.

Kihei               Road:               Mon.

-               Thur.

8-4pm               &               Fri.

8-5               pm.
               The               Mana               Kai               Resort               is               a               condominium               complex               (many               units               are               privately               owned).

For               rentals,               see
               http://www.gohawaii.com/listing?id=7324               or
               http://www.maui.cc/vmanakai.html
               Maui               Ocean               Center               Marine               Life               Profiles:               www.mauioceancenter.com
               Maui               Revealed               Guidebook:               http://www.wizardpub.com/maui/maui.html
               South               Pacific               Kayaks:               http://www.southpacifickayaks.com/
               US               Divers               Snorkeling               101:               http://www.usdivers.com/pages/howtosnorkel.html
               Yoga               at               the               Mana               Kai               Maui               Resort:               http://mauiyogapath.maui.net/






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    Ethnic               Resorts               of               Rajasthan               Luxury               and               grandeur               are               synonymous               to               the               lavish               lifestyle               of               Rajasthan.

    People               of               Rajasthan               have               been               smitten               by               the               bug               of               lavishness               and               this               makes               the               cultural               ethos               of               the               Rajasthan               so               distinct.

    The               travelers               to               the               state               also               soak               themselves               in               the               enigma               of               heritage.

    Keeping               in               mind               the               passion               for               culture               and               heritage,               the               ethnic               village               resorts               of               Rajasthan               cater               to               quench               that               thirst               of               the               tourists               -               national               and               international.

    These               luxury               resorts               are               a               fusion               of               rustic               ambiance               and               ultra               modern               amenities.
                   The               travelers               are               amused               to               see               the               amalgam               of               ethnicity               and               modernity.

    The               personalized               services               at               these               resorts               may               pamper               you.

    So               you               have               to               just               check               in               and               then               forget               the               world               outside               the               resort               as               there               is               so               tranquility               and               serenity               amidst               rustic               environs               that               you               will               not               even               bother               to               worry               about               the               mundane               life.

    Some               of               the               Luxury               resorts               are               heritage               hotels               and               some               of               them               have               established               by               leading               hotel               chains               such               as               the               Taj               and               the               Oberoi               group.

    The               tourists               are               mesmerized               by               the               services,               the               ambiance,               the               attractions               and               the               cultural               experience.
                   Famous               Resorts               of               Rajasthan
                   Chowki               Dhani:               Chowki               Dhani               is               the               most               popular               village               resort               of               Jaipur,               Rajasthan.

    The               modern               day               comfort               is               blended               with               rural               charm               of               Rajasthan               and               this               is               what               the               tourists               like               here.

    You               have               the               facilities               of               accommodation               and               dining               here.

    The               tourists               enjoy               indulging               in               various               activities               like               shooting,               camel               safaris,               folk               dance               performance,               Snakes               and               ladders'               game,               bhool               bhulaiya               etc.
                   Devigarh               Village               Resort:               Located               in               Devigarh               in               Rajasthan               India,               this               resort               is               actually               a               heritage               hotel.

    Devigarh               Fort               Palace               lies               in               the               Aravalli               hills               of               Rajasthan               in               the               village               of               Delwara.

    This               resort               has               many               luxurious               accommodation               options,               dining               facilities,               conference               facilities,               health               and               leisure               facilities.
                   J.P.

    Village               Resort:               Nestled               in               a               desert               orchard               of               Ganahera               Village,               near               Pushkar               in               Rajasthan,               the               resort               is               blessed               with               a               pleasant               ambiance               with               very               good               services.

    Just               imagine               yourself               amidst               lush               green               surroundings,               enveloped               by               sweet               fragrance               of               rose               flowers.

    The               visitors               to               the               resort               are               extremely               fond               of               the               rooms               traditionally               designed               with               colorful               and               artistically               painted               'Mandanas'               (frescoes)               on               doors               and               windows.

    There               are               facilities               of               accommodation,               dining,               health               and               leisure               like               Puppet               Show,               Camel               Safari,               Folk               Dance,               Jeep               Safari,               Multi               cuisine               restaurant               and               swimming               pool.
                   Oberoi               Vanyavilas               Resort:               Located               in               Sawai               Madhopur,               Rajasthan,               the               resort               enjoys               the               junction               of               Aravali               and               Vindhya               Hills.

    Close               to               Ranthambore               national               Park,the               resort               is               a               perfect               site               for               wildlife               also.

    The               facilities               of               accommodation               and               dining               are               amazing               here.

    The               tourists               seeking               adventure               with               relaxation               must               visit               the               place.
                   Hotel               Peacock               Holiday               Resort:               This               amazing               resort               in               the               holy               city               of               Pushkar               is               ideal               for               getting               pampered               by               the               modern               facilities               with               indulging               in               adventure               sports               as               Camel               Safaris,               jeep               safaris,               horse               safaris.

    Other               facilities               of               it               include               Beauty               Saloon,               Laundry,               Car               Rental               and               Money               exchange,               and               luxurious               accommodation.






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    The               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               is               located               just               a               few               blocks               from               the               bustling               shopping               and               dining               district               in               downtown               Santa               Barbara,               yet               seemingly               a               world               away               in               its               own               secluded               and               tranquil               setting.

    Located               at               915               Garden               Street,               around               the               corner               from               the               Historic               Presidio,               it               is               walking               distance               to               many               of               Santa               Barbara's               finest               restaurants,               shops,               museums,               and               theaters.

    The               Inn               is               also               only               about               a               mile               from               Santa               Barbara's               coastline               and               beaches.

    Somehow,               despite               its               proximity               to               so               many               tourist               attractions,               the               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               remains               a               quiet               sanctuary               for               you               to               retreat               to               after               a               long               day               of               fun               in               the               sun.

    From               the               outside,               the               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               exhibits               the               best               of               Santa               Barbara               architecture               and               design               with               its               white               adobe               walls               and               red,               clay               tile               roof.

    Upon               arriving               at               the               Inn,               I               was               pleasantly               surprised               to               find               complimentary,               covered               parking               since               downtown               Santa               Barbara               contains               mainly               street               parking,               metered               spots,               and               paid               parking               lots               and               garages.

    My               mood               continued               to               improve               as               I               was               welcomed               with               fresh               baked               chocolate               cookies               at               the               front               desk.

    The               staff               was               very               friendly,               courteous,               and               helpful,               which               I               think               is               a               benefit               of               staying               at               a               23               room               resort               where               there               are               fewer               guests               for               the               staff               to               attend               to.

    The               Inn               has               a               nicely               furnished               lobby,               a               wine               bar               and               café               area,               as               well               as               an               outdoor               front               porch               with               tables.

    The               Inn               also               has               a               beautiful               courtyard               that               contains               a               fountain,               outdoor               fireplace,               outdoor               tables,               and               many               lush               tropical               plants               and               trees.

    There               is               also               a               heated               swimming               pool               and               a               small               fitness               area               that               contains               a               few               cardio               machines,               some               small               weights,               a               TV               set,               and               a               water               cooler.
                   The               room               I               stayed               in               was               just               as               impressive               as               the               Inn               itself.

    It               had               vaulted               ceilings,               a               gas               log               fireplace,               and               a               private               garden               terrace               in               back               with               a               table               and               chairs.

    The               second               floor               units               also               had               nice               balconies,               but               they               were               not               as               private               as               the               terraces               on               the               ground               floor               which               are               enclosed               in               high               stucco               walls.

    The               king               sized               bed               was               both               comfortable               and               luxurious               with               soft               Frette               Italian               linens.

    The               bathroom               was               large               and               contained               both               a               deep               water               soaking               tub               and               also               a               shower               stall               with               a               glass               door.

    Imported               Molton               Brown               soaps,               lotions,               and               shampoos,               and               big,               soft               bath               towels               further               enhanced               the               luxury               of               the               bathroom.

    Each               room               also               contains               an               honor               bar               that               is               filled               with               some               local               products.

    The               prices               for               the               honor               bar               were               very               reasonable               with               many               items               costing               in               the               $2               to               $4               range.

    These               same               items               would               easily               cost               double               at               other               hotels.
                   Additional               amenities               include               nightly               turndown               service               with               chocolates,               a               complimentary               video               library               and               popcorn,               and               also               a               complimentary,               deluxe               continental               breakfast.

    Every               room               contains               a               VCR               and               the               front               desk               has               a               large               selection               of               movies               for               you               to               choose               from.

    They               will               also               provide               you               with               free               popcorn               if               you               are               interested.

    The               continental               breakfast               was               excellent.

    It               included               fresh               baked               quiches,               fresh               fruit,               granola,               cereals,               yogurt,               muffins,               pastries,               fresh               squeezed               juices,               and               coffee.

    If               you               like,               they               will               also               prepare               a               specialty               coffee               drink               for               you.
                   As               much               as               I               enjoy               Santa               Barbara,               my               visit               would               have               been               great               even               if               I               had               not               left               the               hotel.

    The               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               is               a               destination               unto               itself               and               the               ideal               place               to               escape               to               if               you               are               looking               to               unwind               in               a               relaxing               atmosphere.

    It               is               also               perfect               if               you               are               celebrating               a               romantic               event               such               as               a               honeymoon               or               an               anniversary.

    Upon               departing               the               Inn,               I               was               pleasantly               surprised               once               again               as               they               offered               me               chilled,               bottled               water               for               my               journey               home.

    You               can               get               more               information               on               the               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               online               at               www.spanishgardeninn.com               or               by               phone               at               805-564-4700.

    They               also               have               a               toll               free               number,               which               is               866-564-4700.

    Rates               vary               by               season               and               availability,               but               generally               are               between               $235               and               $465               per               night.

    Since               it               is               a               small,               boutique               hotel               with               only               23               rooms,               I               would               recommend               booking               reservations               well               in               advance               of               your               stay.

    I               hope               you               will               enjoy               the               Inn               of               the               Spanish               Garden               as               much               as               I               did.









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