I mentioned yesterday that Dorothy and I won a trip for four days and three nights at the Rosewood Baha Mar in Nassau. I should have begun by showing some images of the immaculate grounds and the spectacular view from our ninth floor room. ( I might note that we were actually on the eighth floor, but since the hotel is owned by an Asian company, and the number four is similar to the word used for death, there was no fourth floor).
We arrived to a welcome drink of a Bahama mama and suffered through lunch by the beach after leaving a cold spring in Chicago.
Did I say the view from our room was spectacular? We looked out over the turquoise-green waters of the Goodman Bay as it leads into the Atlantic Ocean. We could see the buildings of downtown Nassau and the four cruise ships that were docked.
The white sandy beaches provided a great place for a long morning walk though the Sargassum seaweed that washed ashore made for some challenging obstacles along the way.
There was a pier down the beach that offered us a great view of our hotel, the sister properties, and breakwater.