Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, among others, is credited with coining the aphorism, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” My sincere hope is that he, or whoever authored that phrase, was simply having a bad day and peevishly overstated the case. I don’t know too many of us who want to be found lazily strolling down the “broad road which leads to destruction”.
Way back on June 2nd, when I published another of my literary gems, “Bit On The Bum By The Teeth Of The Dog”, I had every good intention of following it up in short order with a sequel on Casa De Campo. I even promised as much. Life, as it has a habit of doing, managed to intervene. Sound theology reminds us that true repentance involves not only contrition but a corresponding course correction. This blog post is my humble attempt to make amends for my tardiness.
For those unfamiliar with this property, Casa De Campo is, as I suggest in my title, best understood not so much as a resort but rather a full-blown destination. It is situated in La Romana on the southeast coast of the Dominican Republic and is accessible by at least ten different airlines flying into either La Romana, Santo Domingo or Punta Cana.
Even as I pen these words, a large map is spread out across my desk called the “Resort Overview”. Honestly, I am feeling a bit of vertigo as I try to soak it all in. My eyes dart between the polo grounds and La Marina, from the seaside “Teeth of the Dog” golf course to the hilltop “Dye Fore” layout, from oceanfront villas to the shooting club to the shops of Altos De Chavon. It is all rather dizzying.
As a quick aside, don’t you just hate it when people use your image without your permission as was so obviously done above. Here I was simply trying to collect my thoughts after a tough polo match and the paparazzi could not grant me even a moment of serenity. $%*& press!
There is a fascinating history to the place which you can read here. There is not sufficient time or space to recount the story now but it begins with a young Alvaro Carta fleeing communist Cuba in 1960. If you want to find out how a sugar plantation, the famed golf architect Pete Dye, the crooner Frank Sinatra, the renowned restaurateur Siro Maccioni and the designer Oscar de la Renta are all woven into the history, you will just have to go back and click on the little blue “here” above.
Let’s assume for the moment that you are the type of vacationer who requires constant stimulation to avoid boredom. If that describes you, rest assured, Casa De Campo will be your nirvana, paradise, heaven, shangri-la or land o’goshen on earth (take your pick).
There are three polo fields (I have no idea how you will get a horse into the overhead compartment), a 245 acre shooting facility (don’t even think about stuffing a shotgun down your pants leg) and 90 holes of golf (the airlines will allow you to check golf clubs but only after they clear out your retirement account).
This resort . . . I mean destination . . .has more villas than an Italian count can count, including this little humble abode above called Villa Las Ondinas with a mere ten bedrooms. I understand this particular villa is a big hit with strict, not to mention virile, Catholics who take the pope’s views on birth control very seriously.
So where can such a large clan dine with a nice ocean view? How about this locale where I took a leisurely lunch with a few of my close friends? (I can only ascribe bad lighting and a quick shave to the fact that my picture here bears so little resemblance to my other picture above!)
I wish I had time to tell you about all the dining options like the Beach Club by Le Cirque or great bars like Punto & Corcho down by the marina. If you love to shop, be sure and check out Altos de Chavon. For some incredible excursion options, just click here.
I don’t know how much clicking through to the Casa De Campo website you have done to this point but I sent you there because it is the source of loads of helpful information about this “destination”. However, when it comes to making an actually booking, there is only one place to go. How could you live with yourself if after consuming this extraordinary content, you callously booked somewhere else? If the road to hell really is paved with good intentions, bad intentions might well be the short cut!
Just a little something to think about when you are ready to book.