After an all too short tropical vacation in the Caribbean, this column and its author are back. As I wiled away the week, watching the impossibly turquoise water lap at the fine white sandy beaches of San Salvador, I could not help but wonder "what life would be like if it were run by Club Med?"
Every morning would begin with a dilemma: Wake up early and catch the morning SCUBA boat or sleep in and try to catch a late breakfast by the beach?
Your house could only be built within a few yards of the water and remarkable ocean views would be mandated by law.
Everywhere you go others would smile in greeting and staff would be waiting to cheerily offer their services solely to improve your day.
Luxurious meals would be awaiting your every hunger, offering bountiful variety and favorite staples to tempt any mood. You'd never have to cook in advance, nor clean afterwards. Of course everything would be "all you can eat" and all drinks would always be included.
Every day would offer the possibility of an afternoon nap. Not sleepy? No problem. Tennis courts, sail boats, kayaks, or archery lessons await your arrival instead.
Evenings would always include an after-dinner show, followed by dancing or a moonlit walk on the beach.
There would be no traffic save the occasional catamaran hurrying off to catch a regatta.
Political parties take note, there are some winning ideas here!
Sadly, real-life can never be like Club Med, however Club Med is increasingly taking on aspects of real-life.
Those of you who have visited one of the illustrious French organization's quaint tropical villages will probably remember a myriad of customs and traditions designed to make guests interact with one another. After all, it wouldn't be "Club Med" without the strange line dancing known as "Crazy Signs." Meals would always offer the promise of new friendships as strangers were necessarily seated together and introduced by effervescent "Gentil Organisateurs" (GO's). You would never know when your poolside slumber might be interrupted by a plastic spider dangling from the fishing pole of an animator provocateur simply out for a laugh. Disturbingly, many of these things that made Club Med the social experience that it was are now only fading memories.
A number of years ago while on vacation in the Turks and Caicos islands I found myself alone at lunch as I had returned late from a dive trip. I was seated at a table that included members of the Paris Opera Ballet company. After some interesting conversation about a lifestyle very different than my own, we all left the restaurant and proceeded to an afternoon trapeze lesson. What sounds seemingly bizarre by the standards of mundane corporate America seemed perfectly normal by Club Med standards.
Club Med has since abandoned many of the hokey yet beloved traditions of its past in favor of a more exclusive and luxurious persona. Many vacationers, Americans in particular, have been demanding more privacy, more luxury, and less forced interaction in their vacations. Reacting to market forces and the wishes of its customers, the organization is refurbishing its villages and offering previously unheard of amenities such as wireless Internet and flat screen televisions.
As we increasingly pack ourselves into denser and denser urban living, are we subconsciously turning away our neighbors and spurning social interaction? Is our over-stimulated modern lifestyle paradoxically causing a retreat into ourselves and yearning for privacy?
Greater than one in eight Americans now live behind private walls in gated communities, as chronicled in
"Behi nd the Gates: Life, Security and the Pursuit of Happiness in Fortress America". As Americans continue their hundred year long trend towards greater urbanization, we are finding that we can only afford to live in smaller and smaller spaces in ever denser developments. Gone are many of the homesteads of the rural West. Gone are many of the ranch houses and villas that used to be common outside of the largest of cities. Instead we are seeing the growth of tract-home communities with back yards the size of our parents' porch. Luxury condominiums and town homes have become the new status symbol of the young urban professional replacing the "land dreams" of previous generations.
Much like our home lives are ever more separated from one another, so too are we demanding of our vacations. Instead of desiring the company of friendly strangers to share in the celebration of leisure, we view our own privacy as paramount and company as bothersome. In desiring the imperturbation of solitude however, we lose one of the simple joys of life: the frivolity and shared experience with those around us. Not only do we lose out on sharing some of the happiest moments of our lives, we also lose the perspective of others' opinions and backgrounds. Without each other's interaction we forget that strangers once meant fascination rather then trepidation.
I, for one, would like to see the old Club Med return and with it a renewed desire to meet and learn from those around us. Every day life could use a little "Club Med" in it instead of endless political-correctness and fear of offense. Our society could use a little bit more intermingling and animation and a little less of fences and suburban fortresses. After all, wouldn't it be boring if by secluding ourselves we never have the chance to converse with a prima-ballerina?
"Enjoy life. Slow down. Kick back. Relax now. Let our minds drift away, a time to rest or a time to play..."