If you’re going to the Bahamas, you’re probably planning on spending money (a lot of it), but not everything has to cost you.
This was one of my favorite moments, here in the calm and solitude with the sea whispering in an ancient voice that somehow I recognized in my bones.
The Bahamas are living islands, ever growing. It makes sense, then, that coral reefs and snorkeling lie feet from the beaches.
With its colorful facade and live music, the Marina Village seems a world away—instead of next door—from the rest of Atlantis.
I’m not the haggling type, but you don’t want to disappoint the denizens of the Straw Market.
Kim’s cooking was a food-spiration. I think I might have wept a little.
When it comes to food, leave Paradise Island.
If you look hard enough, you’ll find a castle in any country. This one wasn’t protected by knights, though; it was protected by a Howitzer.
When it comes to a vacation in paradise, I’m the dig-your-toes-into-the-sand, observe-the-marine-life, enjoy-the-view type.
The Dig brought out my child-like enthusiasm. Even adults need a little mystery and magic in their lives, a “what if” to get the rainbow-inducing, creative gears churning in their heads.
Hugging a dolphin is even more therapeutic than playing with puppies, if you can fathom such a thing.
There’s something about the wind in your face and the sparkling blanket of the ocean spread before you that touches the ancient seafarer in all of us.