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Switzerland’s Alpina Gstaad delivers decadence beyond compare

Alpina Gstaad Hotel
Alpina Gstaad Hotel

I first glimpsed Gstaad, Switzerland, while watching Valentino: The Last Emperor, the 2009 documentary about the legendary Italian fashion designer. The film provided beguiling shots of the Gstaad chalet Valentino shared with his husband Giancarlo Giammetti. Even more stunning were the alpine views out its windows.

After a visit in the late 1980s, journalist Bob Coacello raved about the chalet’s “deep paisley sofas, Lalanne sheep sculptures, and Arcimboldo sixteenth-century vegetable portraits” and dubbed it “the town’s hottest social ticket. ”

With or without an invite to the Valentino-Giammetti compound, I was determined to get to Gstaad someday, somehow. But I soon learned it is hard to reach, both logistically and financially. Hidden in a particularly remote stretch of the Alps, the resort town is a breathlessly expensive hideaway of the global elite. However, thanks to a business trip to Basel, I managed to swing a few days there early.

I began researching my trip to Gstaad back in late January. Despite Valentino’s lordship over the town’s social scene, a Google search for “gay Gstaad” only yielded one solid lead—the Alpina Gstaad Hotel, which had recently won International LGBTQ+ Travel Association certification.

Grand de Luxe Suite, Alpina Gstaad
Grand de Luxe Suite, Alpina Gstaad

When I saw pics of the Alpina Gstaad, I knew this was the place for me, and not just because the ILGTA approved. Both inside and out, the hotel achieved that same blend of Alpine ruggedness and urbane plushness that made Valentino’s chalet so mesmerizing.

The ride from Basel to Gstaad via the Montreux-Oberland-Bernois railway was breathtaking—emerald-green valleys, snow-capped peaks, and waterfalls plunging into deep granite-faced gorges.

As the train neared Gstaad, I understood instantly why billionaires bunkered down here. The town is nestled in a valley that would be sublime even without the surrounding mountains. However, the views south to 9,500-foot (3,000-meter) peaks around Diablerets made the entire scene jaw-dropping.

From the station, the Alpina’s house Tesla whisked me up to the hotel, which sits on a strategic rise above town. Such is the level of service that everyone at the reception desk already knew my name. And by the time I got up to my room a few minutes later, my bags had somehow magically materialized.

After a few minutes in my room, I never wanted to leave it again. The views from my balcony took in the hotel’s lovely grounds, Gstaad’s pitched rooftops, and all the gorgeously glacial peaks in the near distance.

View from the Alpina Gstaad
View from the Alpina Gstaad

Then there was the room itself. Every object seemed engineered to marry pleasure and comfort, from the mattress to the complimentary pen and paper. When paired with rustic Alpine finishes—pine-paneled walls, handmade leather headboard, and cabinetry made from recycled local wood—it delivered exactly the cozy luxury that made Valentino’s chalet so alluring.

As I dipped cubes of crusty bread into a rich, nutty fondue at dinner, the world’s problems seemed to melt away like Gruyère cheese.

After breakfast, I headed straight to Glacier 3,000—the area’s tallest mountain and home to a fantastic, full-service winter resort that sits nearly 10,000 feet above sea level. From a gravity-defying dining facility designed by Mario Botta, you can hike straight onto a glacier, go dogsledding, or whizz down slopes that range from beginner to too-terrifying-to-contemplate.

When I got back to the hotel that evening, I dined at the hotel’s Michelin-starred restaurant, Megu, which specializes in some of Japan’s rarest, most prized ingredients. Satsuma beef, smelts from the Mukawa River, hand-made tofu from Saga prefecture.

Restaurant Megu, Alpina Gstaad
Restaurant Megu, Alpina Gstaad

When I returned to my room, my sake-soaked brain sobered up, knowing that nothing lasts forever. Before returning to reality, I would spend the next day in the Alpina’s Six Senses Spa.

If the Alpina Gstaad is a privileged world apart, its sprawling, Zen-like spa seems to exist on another spiritual plane entirely. After a deep-tissue massage from one of the best practitioners I’ve ever experienced, I really didn’t care that the rest of my vacation had been derailed.

Best of all, I had the entire spa to myself—the grotto-like indoor pool, gorgeous heated outdoor pool, sauna, steam room, and plush chill-out spaces. Apparently, my fellow guests had headed off to their 10,000-square-foot flats on Paris’ Champs de Mars, or their Blohm + Voss yacht docked off Cannes, or wherever it is oligarchs go to.

Six Senses Spa at the Alpina Gstaad
Six Senses Spa at the Alpina Gstaad

I ended my two days in Gstaad inside a room formed entirely of pink Himalayan salt. A half-hour breathing in its briny air, my masseuse ensured me, would fortify my lungs against the virus.

I never got to see the inside of Valentino’s chalet, but my hotel and its spa provided the perfect consolation.

Pool service, Alpina Gstaad Hotel
Pool service, Alpina Gstaad Hotel
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