You arrive on Little Cayman, Staniel Cay or Anegada, kick off your sneakers, slide into a pair of flip-flops and suddenly realize you may not wear another pair of shoes for the rest of the trip.
A swim turns into lunch on the beach. Lunch becomes a rum punch by the water. Before long, you’re watching the sunset with a drink in your hand, salt still in your hair and sand still on your feet.
These are the hotels where nobody expects you to dress up. Places where the beach bar is the gathering place, where the soundtrack is the breeze through the palms and the sound of the Caribbean Sea. Th...
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