Review: Vincci Seleccion La Plantacion del Sur, Costa Adeje, Tenerife

Not gonna lie: we had a really hard time finding the right hotel for our stay in Tenerife. Most places were booked out already by the time we'd decided to go and those that were left ... weren't really our style. Despite combing review sites and blogs for recommendations, I could only seem to find mega-resort complexes with old-fashioned curtains, chintzy duvets, and tired, peeling wallpaper. No thanks.

We finally settled on Vincci Seleccion's La Plantacion del Sur (part of the Small Luxury Hotels of the World collection), located in Costa Adeje on the southern coast of Tenerife. Perched high above the shoreline, it offered beautiful views of the ocean and I crushed so hard on its stunning selection of pools, as well as the spa. We were, after all, looking for total relaxation and I knew we wanted a place we could stick around in all day, if we felt like it.

When we arrived to the hotel at 10 p.m., slightly dishevelled and weary from the flight, we were greeted with enthusiasm (and a glass of prosecco!) by hotel staff. Our gorgeous room was approximately the size of the entire flat we'd previously rented in Islington - I couldn't quite believe it.

And when I woke up the first morning, I eagerly pushed back the curtains to take in the sunrise from one of our two balconies, which quickly developed into this view:

It was glorious. The palm trees alone made me swoon, but the blue sky, plus the view of the ocean (and those adorable cacti!) were almost too much for me to take in.

During the day, we'd eagerly gulp down our breakfasts before grabbing our books and magazines from the room to lounge on a Bali bed by the pool for hours on end, often dozing off mid-page. I loved that the hotel had a strict no-reservations-allowed policy for the beds and sun loungers - I wish more hotels would enforce this rule! What's more annoying than the people who race to the "best spots" and throw their towel or book on a chair before disappearing for 3 hours? You know who you are.

Despite this rule, we never had any issues finding the perfect place to read and sunbathe - with six pools available for guests to enjoy (three of which I never even dipped a toe into), La Plantacion del Sur is not short of prime sun-worshipping space.

When the sky finally clouded over for a few hours on our last day, we retreated to the spa, where I shrieked and uttered a few swear words after lowering myself into this icy plunge pool ...

... before warming up in the adjacent sauna and steam room. There's something so wonderful and meditative about sitting quietly in a sauna; I always feel so cleansed and refreshed when I emerge!

The spa's outdoor heated hydrotherapy pool was also a treat. It was relatively quiet during our stay, so we had most of the space to ourselves. I swam up to the edge of the pool and, for a second, felt like I was on a set from Game of Thrones!

I was just so impressed with how well-kept the hotel was, despite its size. The only sign of neglect was the water-cooler in the gym, which seemed to be out of order after our workout (and a bit of a contributing factor to John's subsequent heatstroke and dehydration, poor thing!). Staff were always on-hand to help and were so, so friendly - a lovely contrast to a recent disappointing stay we had at another SLH hotel.

If you're thinking of heading to Tenerife soon, I'd highly recommend staying at La Plantacion del Sur - it's beautiful, peaceful, and serves as the perfect escape from whatever worries/stress you're holding onto.

Winter Sun, Zero Jet Lag: Tenerife

I don't know what it's like in your part of the world right now, but in London, there's a point in February where I just can't take any more grey skies. Any more black opaque tights, pulled on for the billionth time in the dark. Any more cold.

So, we escaped to wherever John's British Airways points could take us, which happened to be Costa Adeje in Tenerife, where palm trees are a-plenty (my obsession) and the sun was guaranteed to smile down on us for more than just a skimpy hour or two per day.

We didn't want to sightsee; we weren't looking for "foodie" hotspots. We were just there to relax. And when I say, "relax", I mean - relax. 

There is something magical about not budging from your horizontal position on a Bali bed by one of six pools at the hotel, retreating from this position only to crawl into the bed of your hotel room that's approximately the size of your previously rented flat in London and leaving all the balcony doors open as you nap.

It's about recovery.

A fellow blogger asked if I had tickets to the top of the volcano. (Nope.)

Another asked for recommendations on my return. (None.)

Oh - but I did find second dream home, on my dream street:

And I had one of the best pina coladas of my life:

I returned to the UK with a feeling that can only be described as being roused from the deepest of savanas in a yoga class ... sleepy and mellow, but also re-energized and refreshed. I was so relaxed, I forgot every single thing I'd previously stressed out about: filling out my landing card before reaching Heathrow (oops), people bumping into me during rush hour on the tube ... I even partially forgot how to find my way to the tube in the morning on my usual commute.

Before we went to Tenerife, I'd forgotten what it was like to not have a routine. I'd missed feeling the heat of the sun on my skin; squinting into the sky while crossing my arms across my forehead for shade. I loved hearing nothing but the occasional, quiet chatter of sunbathers near us and the trickle of water flowing from the fountain into the pool nearby. I loved leaving our perch to take a sunset stroll along the beach with John, when the shoreline had emptied; sandcastles abandoned and the light casting a warm, pink glow on everything it touched.

Best of all, there was no jet lag to contend with. Our late mornings and afternoon naps were dictated by our desire to indulge, rather than by a necessity due to sleep deprivation.

It was bliss.

Have you ever been on a holiday or a vacation where you did absolutely nothing, simply because you needed it?

Holiday! (Celebrate!)

Can I ask you a question?

You know that song, 'Holiday' by Madonna? Is she talking about a holiday, like, a vacation, or a holiday, like, Christmas? This made me and John pause for thought in the middle of our packing-dance-party last night (it's our - well, my - tradition to put that song on at the loudest volume possible, the night before we leave for any break) after he asked, in all sincerety, "But does she actually mean holiday? Because you Americans don't call it that, do you? You say, VAH-CAY-SHUN!"

It had us both stumped. "If we took a [President's Day] holiday / Took some time to celebrate," just doesn't have the same ring to it, does it? But then she sings, "One day to come together" and, you know, "one day" implies something more akin to Christmas than a week-long trip to Barbados.

I'm so confused. I also might need to change my pre-holiday theme tune.

In any case, we're going on a holiday. Like, a vacation. Just a long weekend to get some winter sun (it was a semi-spontaneous kind of thing).

Head over to Instagram to say "hi", follow along, and find out where we're heading to: I'm at @angloyankophile.

Peace out! (And let me know your thoughts on the Madonna song below - thanks.)

Can We All Just Be a Little Nicer To Each Other?

I hate 'Commuter Me'. 'Real Me' is polite. Friendly. Considerate.

Commuter Me is not.

Commuter Me does not let others get on the train first. Commuter Me walks quickly, sighing at people who are in her way. Commuter Me gets all huffy when a newspaper invades her personal space. Commuter Me has zero compassion for others.

But Commuter Me was on the Victoria Line the other day, travelling into Central London when she witnessed a fellow commuter get right up in the face of another commuter and shout at him, before proceeding to barge his way through the rest of the carriage, purposely knocking into people (who said nothing) and angrily shouting at others on the platform.

It was unpleasant, it was aggressive, and it was very, very unkind.

I tried to catch the eye of the shaken Other Commuter, who just looked down at his shoes while everyone stared straight ahead. No one offered him a sympathetic smile; no one even showed their disapproval at the Raging Commuter.

I was once in the same position as the Other Commuter: I was on a bus from Islington to Bloomsbury, when a man barrelled his way through the crowded bus before shouting that I wasn't moving (there was literally nowhere to move to). So he physically knocked right through me, while I shouted, "F*cking asshole!" after him (not my finest moment, I'll admit). Of course, instead of throwing a sympathetic look or two my way, my fellow commuters looked at me like I'd grown two heads. But I'll never forget what happened next: a woman standing nearby tapped me on the shoulder and asked in a concerned voice, "Hey. Are you okay? That was weird. So f*cking weird." And her empathy made all the difference.

I looked at Other Commuter and all the feelings I felt that day on the bus came rushing back to me: anger, humiliation, and shame. So, when my stop arrived, I waited to see if he would get off too. When he didn't, I made a snap decision to get back on the tube and walked over to him quickly. I touched his arm.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, thanks," he said, a bit surprised.

"That was horrible," I said. "You didn't deserve that. I just wanted to let you know," I added, before walking away.

"Thanks a lot - I appreciate it," he replied, smiling.

I felt bad that I didn't/couldn't intervene at the time - and I know that this is such a contentious subject. It's difficult to put yourself in danger in order to defend a stranger (and judging from Raging Commuter's physical and verbal aggression, the situation might have had the potential to become violent). But I knew that I could do some damage control.

I thought about Commuter Me's own behavior every morning and vowed to change it - which is easier said than done. It's hard not to push back when people are pushing into you. It's hard not to instinctively jump on the train when everyone's rushing to cram onto the same carriage.

But I noticed that the more people I let in front of me, the less I rushed, the more compassion I tried to extend ... the same was afforded to me. Not just on the tube: this morning, when trying to sort out an appointment mix-up at the doctor's office, a fellow patient - jiggling a baby on her hip - approached me and said, "I couldn't help overhearing - but if you wanted to swap appointments with me so that you get seen sooner, I don't mind! Just let me know." I couldn't believe it. Who's that nice?

Well, us. We all have the potential to be just a little nicer to each other. Certain situations can bring out the worst in us (hello, Central Line at rush hour!). But the kindness is there. And that's what I need to remember; it's what I need to unlock.

Lately: 4 Great (Casual!) Places to Eat in London

Hello! Happy Friday. I can't believe another week has flown by! After an unusually mild January, it's now cold. As I write this, I'm wrapped up in a cashmere sweater from COS that I stole from John's closet (shh!) and I'm wishing it had thumbholes. Not sure he'd be thrilled if I fashioned those myself.

Anyway, this past week has been full of some delicious foodie adventures, beginning with brunch at Wood Street Coffee last Saturday, which - despite the name - is actually a stone's throw from Blackhorse Road station. I didn't realize that John had a hangover from the night before (he was home by 8! He seemed merry! But not overly so! He even cooked dinner!) and I dragged him out of bed for lunch at Wood Street Coffee as soon as they opened (9:30 a.m.). Enthusiastic, much?

The brioche French toast and smashed avocado on sourdough made our early start absolutely worth it though, and I love the space! There's a fermentarium, where you can sign up to make your own kimchee! There's a woodworking workshop next door! There's a market outside! And it all seems to just ... work.

At some point last week, it was World Nutella Day (apparently), so Udita and I met at My Old Dutch for pancakes and - oh boy - did we get pancakes!

I went a little bit crazy with my banana, Nutella, ice cream, AND chocolate sauce (which I proceeded not to touch for the entire meal) topping, while she went half and half with a savoury kid's pancake of cheese and mushroom (which basically tasted like pizza, without the tomato sauce) and Nutella and banana. These XXL crepes/pancakes were pretty darn good, I've got to admit.

I've been taking advantage of Udita's current close proximity to my office (she's finishing up her PhD thesis at UCL) by meeting her for lunch. We had a delicious salad and sandwich at Holborn Grind the other day.

I could seriously have that bulgar wheat and pasta salad for lunch every other day. It was so tasty, and I love beetroot! We sat on barstools and alternated between people-watching and talking about random things we'd been saving up to tell each other.

Finally, I tried the new(ish) udon bar, Ichiryu, that just opened on New Oxford Street. From the same company responsible for the successful Shoryu ramen bars in London, Ichiryu specializes in udon (which is made daily on premises!) - a type of thick, Japanese noodle served with a variety of toppings and in a delicious, clear broth. I personally prefer it to ramen, and it's been one of my favorites since I was a child.

I don't usually go for tempura, but I tried the prawn tempura anyway and it was so good: crispy, light, and not at all oily. I was also tempted by the sukiyaki beef, but I'll try that next time. The broth was the perfect cure to the cold weather outside. Plus, it was so tasty, I scooped up every last spoonful!

Have you tried any of the places in this post? Or have you found somewhere new that you've loved this week? Let me know!

Beautiful Ceramics @ Nom Living, Columbia Road

Last weekend, John and I went to Columbia Road Flower Market and found these beautiful ceramic mugs at Nom Living - one of my favorite homeware shops in London. Crafted by artisans in Vietnam and Cambodia, these mugs are made using a specialist mixed clay, which gives them their wonderful marbled effect. No two mugs are the same.

We immediately gravitated towards these mugs when we saw them in store, along with the accompanying teapot (which we didn't end up getting). I've wanted to replace our mis-matched mugs for ages, but didn't find any that really called my name - until I walked into Nom Living that afternoon.

I love how unique and pretty these are - I can imagine serving them to guests and using them ourselves as well.

If you haven't been to Nom Living before, I'd highly recommend a visit. Their little dipping bowls double as terrific trinket dishes (I keep one in every room because I have a tendency to remove all my jewelry at the end of the day in whatever room I happen to be standing in!) and the serving dishes are really gorgeous pieces to have in your home.

Nom Living is at 102 Columbia Road, London, E2 7QB.

Planning a Trip to Burgundy or Bordeaux? 5 Websites You Need to Know

John and I are off to Bordeaux in April and I can't wait. I'm looking forward to exploring a new city, looking like a tourist, and hanging out poolside at the beautiful Les Source de Caudalie, where we'll be staying for a few days. And wine. Lots and lots of wine. (Well, maybe not so much for me, given my rather unfortunate alcohol intolerance! But definitely a bit.)

As you know, I loathe planning travel. But for some reason, I threw myself head first into helping John plan this trip and I'm really, really looking forward to it. When I told my dad that we were going to Bordeaux, he was so envious! I felt bad. I told him that we'd go and scope it out first before taking him back! He also asked if we thought about going to Burgundy, which is another great option for a vacation, so I ended up researching both.

Here are five websites I used when looking for places to stay and visit in Bordeaux and Burgundy:

The Burgundy Shop

When I told a friend of mine that we were debating a stay in either Bordeaux or Burgundy, she directed me to The Burgundy Shop's site, which turned out to be an inspiring what-to-do and where-to-stay guide to Burgundy. It's got a fantastic introduction to the history of Burgundy, plus information about their own guided wine tours and links to a crazy-gorgeous luxury holiday rental that would be perfect for a family stay. It's a fun little site to explore (with a glass of, erm, Burgundy in hand) and I loved the little section on vine art too.

Bordeaux Tourism Board

Confession: I've never consulted a tourism board website before visiting a destination. Am I the only one? But Bordeaux's Tourism Board reached out to me on Twitter when I tweeted about our plans to visit Bordeaux and directed me to a few helpful pages on their website. It's one of the most well-organized and easy-to-navigate tourist board websites I've come across and I'll definitely be consulting it frequently in the weeks leading up to our trip.

Condé Nast Traveller

Aside from interiors magazines, I'm also addicted to Condé Nast Traveller. The weirdest thing is that it's my favorite thing to read when I'm on vacation! I don't know why! I'm already on vacation - why do I need to see more beautiful places to visit? There's something that's just so relaxing about flipping through the pages though, and finding even more to be inspired by. If I'm looking for restaurants or things to do in a particular area, I consult the Condé Nast Traveller website. It was super helpful for suggestions in both Burgundy and Bordeaux.

Small Luxury Hotels of the World

I'm awful. I always sneak a peek at the hotels on this site before I book anything and it's where John and I found Les Sources de Caudalie for our upcoming trip. We've stayed in other SLH hotels before (most recently this one in Bruges) and I've always been (mostly) impressed by the quality and standard of these hotels. A lot of them make my wanderlust wishlist, for sure!

Airbnb

This one's a bit of a cheat, but hear me out: I've never wanted to use Airbnb more than when I was planning our trip to Bordeaux. Think dramatic floor to ceiling windows opening out to the most incredible balconies in the city center; impressive spiral staircases; impeccable taste in furniture and interior design. That's what the Airbnb options are like in Bordeaux, so it's no surprise that a lot of people I asked for recommendations told me to check out Airbnb in the first instance.

So, there you have it: five super helpful (and fun!) sites to trawl if you're thinking of jetting off to explore the vineyards of France.

Have you ever been to Bordeaux or Burgundy (I know one or two of you have!)? What did you think? How did you plan your trip? Please, please, please let me have your recommendations!

This post was sponsored by The Burgundy Shop. All opinions are my own.