A line of white domed villas runs along Maundays Bay, a mile-long crescent of white sand, so from the water Cap Juluca looks like a small Moorish town afloat in the Caribbean. It sits at the end of a slip of land on Anguilla's West End, salt ponds on one side and ocean on the other, a hideaway within a hideaway. Opened in 1988 and rebuilt after Hurricane Irma by HKS in a 121-million-dollar project, it reopened in 2019 hardier against storms, and Travel + Leisure named it one of the year's best new hotels. Across 24 villas, its 113 rooms and suites wear handmade tiles on floors, walls, and ceilings, so barefoot from sand to room stays soft underfoot. Ground-floor rooms open onto the dunes; upper rooms take in the sea and rooftops. The in-room bar, too large to call a minibar, is stocked by your Belmond host from a list of whatever you like.
Here a holiday is stripped to its simplest form: barefoot, unhurried. The sea-facing Cap Juluca Spa by Guerlain turns recovery into a ritual; for movement, take to beach yoga or the free windsurfers, kayaks, paddleboards, and snorkel gear, and treat all of Maundays Bay as your pool. The table runs three ways: Pimms on the white sand for bright island flavors; Cip's by Cipriani, named for Belmond's Venice grande dame, bringing Italian polish to the beach; and UCHU for a Peruvian note. Many herbs and vegetables come from the chef's garden, from plate to cocktail glass. Most guests fly to St Martin, then cross by a 50-minute boat, a passage that is itself the start of letting go.