he resort is perfect. I sleep in a cloudlike bed, waves lapping at the pillions of my overwater villa, then wake to the hardest decision of my day: infinity pool or turtle-studded ocean? I sashay barefoot to breakfast in a Camilla kaftan, drink champagne with my feet in the sand, cruise with dolphins and snorkel with manta rays. At the spa, I let my massage therapist buff and polish me for three hours straight before cycling back through manicured gardens to my room, the turquoise lagoon never out of sight.
Archipelago ANEW
Oct 28, 2021
3 minutes
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