When rain starts to fall at Amaya, time seems to slow down. A soft hush falls on the terraces, the scent of the forest floor fills the air, and the quiet patter of raindrops plays on our copper roofs like a mandolin. The effect on the trees is magical; wet pine leaves shimmer and shine, their colour somehow even deeper and greener than before, and distant trunks appear to slip away behind the veil of mist rising from the earth.
Our retreat undergoes a wonderful transformation; one that invites you to take a moment to pause, recalibrate, and recharge. And should you find yourself taken by a contemplative mood, we invite you to spend some time browsing the volumes in the Amaya Library. Embrace the quiet: sit back, put your feet up, and unwind with a steaming mug of freshly ground coffee.
Poetry, William Wordsworth tells us, takes its origin from “emotions recollected in tranquillity.” We hope a few moments spent in the restful quiet of our Library delivers the requisite tranquillity for you to discover the poetry that sings from the trees and the terraces here at the Amaya resort.