I’ll never look like Rihanna. But maybe I can enjoy her lifestyle — if only for a moment — at Sandy Lane, the posh Barbados hotel she calls home away from home. What lures her here? For starters, an unparalleled respect for privacy that even includes the installation of underground passageways so Rhi-Rhi never even has to glimpse a bellhop. Then there’s the swanky spa, where I plan to be daubed head to toe in pink clay and, eventually, emerge red-carpet ready. And afterward, just like the Bajan star, I’ll sashay down the marble staircase to the terrace for afternoon tea. But no photos, please. Because although I might never be a celebrity, after a few nights of pampering here, I’m pretty sure I’ll feel like one. sandylane.com
