With just 9 suites, the staff not only knew our names but most likely knew the babies sleep and poop schedule as well. They were both always there to help and never around to bother. I’m hoping some of this rubs off on my husband (a girl can dream, right?!).
The room was straight out of a magazine with an outdoor shower, private terrace, indoor sitting area, bed and the dreamiest baby crib I’ve ever seen during our travels. I’m always shocked that some of the fanciest hotels offer the oldest pack n’plays for the babes. Don’t they realize who makes decisions around here? Luckily, Lombok Lodge was the polar opposite and gave us a beautiful wooden tented cot right out of a fairy tale.