Turks and Caicos
Me and him. Alone. Waking up sheltered by a jungle vegetation, and going to bed among fictionalized pages. Having toasts with melted butter and a Nutella croissant for breakfast. So we can go back under the sheets and read again.
On our way to the beach, the architectural harmony of hotel Amanyara overwhelms us. We can never get used to it. Perfection exists, and it is not always boring.
Days of sun and white sand, where we could stare for hours at a turquoise calm sea. We embraced the seabed, almost grazing its hypnotic coral, so we could sink into the pool of the bedroom after lunch. With a mental blank and ignoring the rest. Under the water, the peace arrives.
Siestas that can go until the afternoon, dark chocolate snacks and dusks served with a cold beer. Having sushi for dinner and closing our eyes to start all over again.
Hedonism at Turks and Caicos (with no regrets). How brief are holidays.