Everyone has a different standard of perfection -- the important thing is to know your own parameters; the joy in travel is when you find (or stumble across) them.
Mine have been as simple as a picnic under the stars and as exotic as a night alone in an elegant, Balinese-inspired house. I experienced both at Holualoa. I rarely post reviews but I had a night there that I'll never forget.
It started when I slipped off my shoes before walking through the main rooms. Brian greeted me with a glass of fresh guava juice from the property (the inn rambles over several acres of fruit trees and a growing coffee farm). Brian also charms your time there with homemade treats like fresh avocado bread, stuffed french toast and a sunrise of fresh fruit in the morning.
Cat walked me through the house, where the flow of one room to another, joined together by long floors of eucalyptus, feels like a Balinese version of a fairy-tale castle -- every fairy-tale should have a freshwater swimming pool, a sumptuous bed and breakfast made as you wake up, shouldn't it?
There are several nooks and remote perches to sit and take in the property and the view, and I spent my night there visiting all of them. It turned out I was the only one at the inn that night, except for a couple I met briefly late in the evening.
I picked up fresh fish nearby and cooked it on a grill and kitchen available to guests; there are many small touches like this that make the inn feel like a home instead of another place to stay. In the middle of the night, I lay out on the roof and counted the stars while listening to the ocean.
It should be noted that the owner has superb taste, and has decorated the inn with furnishings and art that are apparently for sale. I'd like to come back and say "I'll take it all," but in the meanwhile, I'll just hope to visit here again.
