The dream prolongs…
This place is adorable.
The concierge reminds me of the rooftop pool.
It is the sole reason I’m here.
I’ve been musing about just that: exposed skin, cozy beach beds, aperol spritz in left hand, Camus’ The Stranger in right (albeit, odd reading for a solo getaway) but it didn’t take long for my musings to become reality.
Draped in my tropical wrap around, one purchased during my last visit to St Lucia, I rode the elevator to the rooftop.
Doors open wide and natural light beckons.
Scene: a kitschy, wild floral, hipstery ambience. A bit taken aback. I’m tagged with a wristband by a cheerful young woman at the entrance to the bar and pool.
“Guests take priority in the pool area,” she says.
“Perfect!” I responded.
I’ve grabbed a towel and made my way to the pool.
I’ve taken a few dips in the cool water.
The day progresses. My skin darkens. A healthy glow illuminated by a rapid sunset.
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