It was a busy place, filled with people dressed in fancy white bathrobes and black plastic slippers where fresh towels abound. “So this is what luxury looks like”, I found myself thinking. I refilled my reusable water bottle while were there and we were

on our way.

After observing the spa, we found an outside café that seemed like a great spot to stop for some lunch. While we waited for our salads, we talked about how we were both surprised that the same facility which washed sheets every other day rather than every day in an effort to be environmentally conscience, did not have a place to recycle all those plastic cups in the spa.

As we looked out over the golf course, we wondered if they kept the greens looking so lovely without the use of chemicals. Our shared effort to live with as little impact to our planet as possible was the topic of conversation during our lunch together.

We examined the options available in order to make the best choice possible with regard to the enormous amounts of left-over salad on our plates when we were done eating. Our waitress explained that people complained if large quantities of food were not served. She also explained that almost no one finishes those large quantities.

We made the most of the rest of our trip to the luxury spa. We used their facilities, dined at their restaurants and did our best to hold true to our own beliefs. We learned that one man’s luxury differs greatly from another’s. — Insiprationalstories.com