Infinity PoolsAround The World

The Best Infinity Pools in Europe

There’s something irresistible about infinity pools. They have more sophistication and class than a regular swimming pool, not to mention they usually boast excellent views over some exotic landscape. Just the mention of one makes you think of a luxury vacation. Whether peering out over tropical waves or stunning snow-capped peaks, Europe has its fill of fantastic infinity pools. Here are our top picks.

1. Cambrian Hotel, Adelboden, Switzerland

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Is there anything more blissful than soaking in a heated outdoor pool that’s completely surrounded by the Swiss Alps? This infinity pool is located in the Cambrian Hotel, which sits 4,400 feet above sea level. Offering magnificent views of snow-capped peaks in every direction, a day at this pool guarantees complete serenity and revitalization. Combine a swim with a visit to the spa and wellness center and you’ll think you died and went to Swiss heaven.

2. Grand Hotel Central, Barcelona, Spain

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This centrally-located hotel claims to have the best infinity pool in the whole city. Upon further investigation, we’d have to agree. The rooftop infinity pool boasts absolutely perfect panoramas over this Spanish city. The skyline literally melts into the water making it seem like there’s no distance at all between you and Barcelona’s tallest buildings. Imagine yourself stretched out in a poolside lounge chair, soft music playing, cocktail in hand courtesy of the rooftop Skybar while you take in the most exclusive view in Barcelona. After the pool, head to a table on the terrace for a sunset drink or light snack. The perfect setup.

3. Perivolas Luxury Hotel, Santorini, Greece

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The Greek island of Santorini is already famous for its sprawling views of the Mediterranean. But if your goal is to be completely and totally surrounded by these cobalt-blue waters, then we’ve found you the perfect place. Set high on the curvy coast of Santorini, Perivolas’ infinity pool seems to encompass the entire Mediterranean Sea in its boundaries. You can stand at the water’s edge and feel like part of the surrounding scenery. The pool is the place for afternoon cocktails and the umbrellas and lounge chairs encourage all day relaxation and sunbathing. To boot, the sunset view is flawless. This pool is simply magical.

4. Adrian Hoteles Roca Nivaria, Tenerife, Spain

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Not only does this hotel have two killer infinity pools, it has an entire section of its grounds dedicated to its awesome pool area just feet off the beach. The top-level infinity pool literally flows right into the other one situated below. The waterfall connecting both pools is definitely a highlight, but the surroundings are pretty epic, too. The entire pool area, which has been designed to look as though it’s been built right into the rocks, is surrounded by lush green palm trees and other tropical vegetation. It’s a natural yet unique setting that really works.

5. Miramonti Boutique Hotel, Merano, Italy

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The northern Italian town of Merano claims some excellent boutique hotels, but none is more splendid than Miramonti Boutique Hotel. Nestled in the tranquil forests above Merano, this boutique hotel exudes cool and calm. With modern comforts in a rugged setting, guests can just let themselves go and slip away into a fairytale. It’s certainly the vibes given off by Miramonti’s striking infinity pool. The half-indoor-half-outdoor pool protrudes to the edge of the hotel’s boundaries, making it seem like you could swim right into the forest. With mountains on one side and rolling green hills covered with trees on the other, the views simply don’t quit.

6. Hotel Les Roches Rouges, Saint Raphael, France

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This 5-star hotel on the French Riviera has gained attention for its 1950’s Modernist design and one-of-a-kind infinity pool. The hotel is located right on the rocky coastline and has done well to preserve its natural surroundings. The 30-meter long saltwater infinity pool sits right at sea level and spills directly into the ocean. The pool was carved into the rocks that shape the coast and the pool “deck” was made to look as natural as possible, composed of smooth rounded stones. The pool area also features a long dip pool on a deck above. White sunbeds and umbrellas complete the ultimate infinity pool in the most breathtaking location in southern France.

About the author: Fiona | Writer for The Discoverer

Fiona is an island-life loving Dive Master, traveling the globe and exploring as much of the world as possible. When she’s not scuba diving, she’s writing about her adventures and sharing them with others.

Night Light For Parents

Johnny Lingo’s Eight-cow Wife

by Patricia McGerr

When I visited the South Pacific islands, I took a notebook along. I had a three‐week leave between assignments in Japan, so I borrowed a boat and sailed to Kiniwata. The notebook was supposed to help me become a junior‐grade Maugham or Michener. But when I got back, among all my notes the only sentence that still interested me was the one that said, “Johnny Lingo gave eight cows to Sarita’s father.”

Johnny Lingo wasn’t exactly his name. But I wrote it down that way because I learned about the eight cows from Shenkin, the fat manager of the guest house at Kiniwata. He was from Chicago and had a habit of Americanizing the names of the islanders. He wasn’t the only one who talked about Johnny, though. His name came up with many people in many connections. If I wanted to spend a few days on the island of Nurabandi, a day’s sail away, Johnny Lingo could put me up, they told me, since he had built a five‐room house—unheard‐of luxury! If I wanted to fish, he could show me where the biting was best. If I wanted fresh vegetables, his garden was the greenest. If I sought pearls, his business savvy would bring me the best buys. Oh, the people of Kiniwata all spoke highly of Johnny Lingo. Yet when they spoke, they smiled, and the smiles were slightly mocking.

“Get Johnny Lingo to help you find what you want, and then let him do the bargaining,” advised Shenkin, as I sat on the veranda of his guest house wondering whether to visit Nurabandi. “He’ll earn his commission four times over. Johnny knows values and how to make a deal.”

“Johnny Lingo!” The chubby boy on the veranda steps hooted the name, then hugged his knees and rocked with shrill laughter.

“What goes on?” I asked. “Everybody around here tells me to get in touch with Johnny Lingo and then breaks up. Let me in on the joke.”

“They like to laugh,” Shenkin said. He shrugged his heavy shoulders.

“And Johnny’s the brightest, the quickest, the strongest young man in all this group of islands. So they like best to laugh at him.”

“But if he’s all you say, what is there to laugh about?”

“Only one thing. Five months ago, at fall festival time, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He paid her father eight cows!”

He spoke the last words with great solemnity. I knew enough about island customs to be thoroughly impressed. Two or three cows would buy a fair‐to‐middling wife; four or five a highly satisfactory one.

“Eight cows!” I said. “She must be a beauty who takes your breath away.”

“The kindest could only call Sarita plain,” was Shenkin’s answer. “She was skinny. She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked. She was scared of her own shadow.”

“Then how do you explain the eight cows?”

“We don’t,” he said. “And that’s why the villagers grin when they talk about Johnny. They get special satisfaction from the fact that Johnny, the sharpest trader in the islands, was bested by Sarita’s father, dull old Sam Karoo.”

“Eight cows,” I said unbelievingly. “I’d like to meet this Johnny Lingo.”

So the next afternoon I sailed a boat to Nurabandi and met Johnny at his home, where I asked about his eight‐cow purchase of Sarita. I assumed he had done it for his own vanity and reputation—at least until Sarita walked into the room. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, the sparkle of her eyes all spelled a pride to which no one could deny her the right.

I turned back to Johnny Lingo after she had left. “You admire her?” he asked. “She… she’s glorious,” I said. “But she’s not Sarita from Kiniwata.” “There’s only one Sarita.

Perhaps she does not look the way they say she looked in Kiniwata.” “She doesn’t.” The impact of the girl’s appearance made me forget tact. “I heard she was homely. They all make fun of you because you let yourself be cheated by Sam Karoo.”

“You think eight cows were too many?” A smile slid over his lips. “No. But how can she be so different?” “Do you ever think,” he asked, “what it must mean to a woman to know that her husband settled on the lowest price for which she can be bought? And then later, when the women talk, they boast of what their husbands paid for them. One says four cows; another maybe six. How does she feel, the woman who was sold for one or two? This could not happen to my Sarita.”

“Then you did this just to make her happy?” I asked.

“I wanted Sarita to be happy, yes. But I wanted more than that. You say she is different. This is true. Many things can change a woman. Things that happen inside; things that happen outside. But the thing that matters most is what she thinks about herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. Now she knows she is worth more than any other woman in the islands.”

“Then you wanted… ” “I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other woman.” “But… ” “But,” he finished softly, “I wanted an eight‐cow wife.”

Looking ahead…

Someone said, “We are not what we think we are. We are not even what others think we are. We are what we think others think we are.” In other words, our estimation of our value as human beings is greatly influenced by the way people respond to us and the respect or disdain they reveal day by day. Those interactions shape our self‐concepts and are translated into the nuances of our personalities.

Johnny Lingo was, indeed, a brilliant man. He was astute enough to know that his negotiations with Sarita’s father would seal forever the self‐concept of the woman he loved. That’s why Sarita revealed such confidence and beauty. Let me say to the husbands and wives reading this book: You have the power to elevate or debase each other’s self‐esteem. Rather than tear down, don’t miss a single opportunity to build up.

For the next few evenings, we’ll talk about how to do that.

– James C Dobson

  • From Night Light For Couples, by Dr. James & Shirley Dobson
    Copyright © 2000 by James Dobson, Inc. All rights reserved.
  • “Johnny Lingo’s Eight‐Cow Wife” by Patricia McGerr. © 1965 by Patricia McGerr. First published in Woman’s Day. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.