To hate camping is akin to hating pets in the Pacific Northwest. Here, there’s nothing better than a day spent walking the trails to some far outpost, gorp in hand, dog off-leash, to sleep under the stars in some contraption designed by REI.
A friend of a friend lived in an electricity-free, running-water-free yurt, hiking every day of her pregnancy, and she is not all that unusual here.
I, however, am not that girl. To me, “camping” equals a night at a hotel without cable.
So while I hate the catchphrase of “glamping” (glamping? Really?), I like the idea: a little bit of nature, a lot of style.
The photo above caught my eye because I have two of those same tulip lamps from Ikea. The fact that it’s a €55 room in France only makes it better.
This summer, as part of the trip that will include Dutch language school, I’ll be spending a couple of nights on Texel (pronounced “tessel”), which is one of the remote locations in the “glamping” article. Although I am tempted by these Airstream campsites (!), I’ll probably be staying in a hotel, but still–Texel doesn’t get a lot of coverage in U.S. travel sections, so even a brief shout-out is fun.
See the full “posh” campsite list at The Guardian.
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