It was a scene straight out of a technicolor-bright dream or “The Blue Lagoon.” This place was paradise.
As I stretched out on a beach chair, book in hand, this graceful tropical spot stimulated multiple senses. The sound of placid waves lapping on the sand while gentle breezes shook the palms above. A warm sun beamed down on my skin, mixed with sea salt carried forward on the winds. And of course, the smell of a fresh-caught fish lunch wafted over from the grill.
