It’s one of those mind-boggling moments when you realize you are standing on hallowed ground. You take it all in. The salty breeze from the Mediterranean; the scents of pine, eucalyptus and heather as you gaze down the fairways where thousands of years ago Greeks and Romans built their temples, sanctuaries and picturesque cities. Mythology says this was the playground of the Greek gods, and now legendary architects have sculpted a playground for golfers in Turkey.
From the moment you step onboard Air Tahiti Nui’s Tahitian Dreamliner, you will be transported to The Islands of Tahiti. The French Polynesian carrier considered every detail to awaken its passengers’ senses, creating the feeling you are already on the Islands while 30,000 feet in the air.
PHOTO: Magda Biemat Arrival/Check-in: The hotel’s Park Avenue address can be a bit deceiving. I pulled up to what I thought was the main entrance, but there wasn’t a hotel-affiliated soul in sight. I clicked on my hazard lights and dashed inside to find a bellman. That’s when I learned the main entrance is actually around the corner on E. 29th Street. With logistics clear, I circled the block, dropped my car with the valet, handed my bags over to the bellman and entered the smallish lobby, with a cozy sitting area and fireplace, for a quick check-in. (28/30)