The Sunday Mirror ran a good article at the weekend about Gran Canaria:
We’d been a bit worried when we heard that the Gran Hotel Lopesan Costa Meloneras Resort Spa & Casino had more than 1,000 rooms, fearing this would mean it would be about as relaxing as the average airport terminal.
We needn’t have worried. It was busy but - with the grounds including a tropical garden of 76,000 square metres, four swimming pools and the sandy Maspalomas beach just 200 metres away - the crowds we’d seen at check-in melted away. We stayed half-board in a Junior Suite. The rooms were lovely and spacious, immaculately clean and had a breathtaking view out to sea.
Breakfast and dinner were served buffet-style in two huge restaurants, though there were also two other fancier restaurants in the hotel if you were willing to pay extra.
Most of our days were spent lounging by the infinity pool, with the most strenuous thing we had to do all day being a walk to the bar to buy cold drinks and sandwiches, although we had to be careful, as payment works on a far too simple swipe card system which you settle on check-out.
With a Diet Coke costing an eyewatering four euros (£3.50) a pop, it soon started to mount up. After a while, we noticed most families with kids used to stock up with daily supplies at the local supermarket because it was much cheaper. We realised we would be doing the same thing after the baby arrived - and for the next 30 years.
Had I been feeling more adventurous, the famous Dunes of Maspalomas were only a short distance away, but what with my swollen ankles and aching pregnancy body, the trek didn’t quite appeal.
Instead I headed the few steps down to the hotel spa, which costs 45 euros (£40) per person for the day 52 euros (£46) for non-residents). The fee covers use of all the facilities, although actual treatments cost extra.
Wow! Never mind a day, I could have spent the week cocooned in here. It was like entering nirvana and felt like a global exercise in indulgence.
A carefully thought-out circuit takes you from the heat of the Arabian world to the extreme cold of the North Pole. Pregnancy ruled out the African Sauna and Hamam Turkish Bath (too hot). Nor did I fancy Ice World (4C) and the igloo, although in manly fashion Mike seemed to enjoy panhandling freezing water over himself.
Instead I went and lay in The Lagoon (a lovely 35C), then shifted to exfoliating my feet in the Himalayan Salt Grotto (where my negative ions were supposedly banished), before heading to the Lava Flotation Pool for a touch of Hawaii, rounding off the experience by sipping sweet mint tea in the evening sun in the spa’s garden. I didn’t think the experience could be bettered until we went to a nearby hotel, the Lopesan Villa del Conde Resort and Corallium Thalasso also in Maspalomas. Here, Mike and I had a joint aromatherapy massage. It was very expensive, at 135 euros (£119) each, but took place by the Atlantic and included a private hot tub.
Spa holidays are big in Gran Canaria and have been since the 19th Century. But fashions are changing. While I was seeking some light relief from the rigours of pregnancy, some of my fellow guests appeared to have sought an altogether different kind of life-changing holiday. Looking closely, fading bruises and wide-brimmed hats hinted that some guests had come here for an ego-boosting facelift.
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