Virtuoso Life - July/August 2018 - 124
HEAVEN IS JUST
THE FOUR OF US
GETTING BACK TO BASICS FOR A BIG CELEBRATION.
HE COCOON OF OUR DOUBLE ROOM AT THE FOUR
Seasons Biltmore was working its magic. Palm fronds
shushed outside our terrace window, and the tiled pool lay
still and silent. Santa Barbara's peaceful, tropical ease had
lulled me into a deep, restful sleep.
Around six in the morning, my eyes shot open. Rapping at
the door ...
I jumped up, grabbed a white terry-cloth robe.
"Sorry, miss. Did someone call security?"
My sister, Kristen, and I were sharing a room for the first time in
years, but as my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light, I realized her
bed was empty. It was empty, the security guard explained, because
my sister was locked outside on the terrace.
V I RT U O S O L I F E
"What happened?" I grinned, unlatching the slider. Kristen, also
wearing a white terry-cloth robe, was sitting on a chaise lounge grading a stack of papers.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "It locked behind me."
"You must be freezing!" I exclaimed.
"Nah." She shrugged. "These robes are the best! Lucky I had my
By 7 am we were propped back in bed with espressos. Having survived the "Lucy and Ethel" portion of our trip, we were now free to not
only reminisce about our favorite travel fiascos, a sisterly specialty -
simultaneously missing trains to the same place, taking wrong turns
on bikes, losing our wallets - but also to focus on the real reason we
were here: Mom and Dad.
BY KIM BROWN SEELY