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From the rocky sand road that winds up to it, the stunning new Bajacu villa resembles a castle molded out of red clay. The five-bedroom house, whose name means "rising sun" in a Caribbean dialect, is perched atop the highest point on the southern tip of Providenciales, a white-sand speck in the Turks and Caicos (the property is about a 15-minute drive from the airport). The villa, by Mexican architect Marco Aldaco, is brilliantly designed around its vistas—of the cobalt Caribbean, pink and yellow houses built on rocky cliffs, and, barely visible, the construction of a new Aman resort at the other end of the island. Every view is captured from a dizzying number of vantage points: within a magnolia wood-framed window, under a stone archway, between a pair of palm trees. In fact, Bajacu feels as if M. C. Escher also had a hand in its creation. The villa consists of several small structures connected by stone pathways, shallow white steps, and patches of purple and orange flowers. A series of twisting stairwells wrap around cottages. The master bedroom opens onto a terrace that steps down into an infinity pool. Nooks furnished with big white sofas are linked by lantern-lit walkways leading to the central outdoor living room beneath a grand 50-foot-tall palapa.
On hand to help you get your bearings is the staff of Bajacu. There's Simon, the gregarious British house manager who wears many hats: He's the cook (his chicken sate with mint yogurt is delicious) and the boat captain, guiding guests on reef dives and marlin-fishing trips. His wife, Heather, is the self-proclaimed sunscreen czar (she has every SPF on hand). Nadine and Bernadette ("I go by Bee") are the shy, soft-spoken maids; George, the silent gardener, cares for the bougainvillea as if they were his own children. As security goes, there's Tommy and Wasabi, the two gecko-chasing house dogs. Not that there is any need for security here. Bajacu is entirely secluded, the island's few lively little bars and beach resorts out of sight and mind. There's just sea on both sides, with the water a five-minute walk down a long stone path. And at night the place is silent. Only the swoosh of giant palm fronds reminds you that you're still on earth. Rates, $2,100-$3,700 per night, for up to ten people. Book through LaCure Villas; 800-387-2726; www.lacurevillas.com.