On the drive from the airport to the hotel, our taxi driver, Alvin, pulled over at the top of a hill the car had just climbed. Below us stretched one of the most beautiful views I’d ever seen. To the left, the cobalt Atlantic crashed onto the northeast shore of St.
Kitts’ southern peninsula—to the right, the Caribbean Sea stretched along the lush coast, turquoise and lagoon-like.
In the distance, clouds shrouded the Nevis mountain peak, while the road in front of us wound down the mountain and disappeared behind a hill. At the end of the road sat our destination, the Park Hyatt
