Antigua

I needed a hit. Bracing winter winds had worn my spirit down to a snarky scowl. So go after the hit and name it: beach break in an island where everyone smiles and the colours pop.

Stepping off the plane onto the open tarmac,  our tension slides down and out, defeated by the grinning troubadour crooning away as we pass the Welcome to Antigua sign.  I was groovin’ already. I loved the Antiguans with their expansive smiles and courteous service.  At this hotel, service was superlative.