Once upon a time, a girl dug her heels in the sand and declared, “When I have kids, we will stay at the beach and visit Disney for a day.” And so it was — until the Four Seasons Resort Orlando at Walt Disney World opened.
Had the Four Seasons arrived on the Caribbean island of Nevis before Christopher Columbus, the New World may have been different. Perhaps he would have fallen for the graceful way the pools are worked into the terrain. Maybe he would have been won over by the beach huts, where he and Nina could have enjoyed a most civilised day. If nothing else, he would have stayed for the rum punch served on the boat from neighbouring St Kitts.
I skimmed across the infinity pool overlooking the Caribbean Sea. Our housekeeper was doing the morning dishes. Our personal concierge was in town picking up things for dinner. My friends were reading, sleeping, and sunning beside the private pool. How could we make this forever? By moving into a villa at the resort, La Samanna.
I almost laughed at how profound and poetic it was: My life will consist of two acts, approximately 40 years each, with one intermission in between.