Turks and Caicos. These moments from our honeymoon several years ago.
First of all, there’s Grace Bay. Look at this perfect nonsense. The sharpness and clarity of that pristine water, the arc and loft of the clouds. The sand is fine, soft, forgiving, like you’re strolling along on just wrapped in a blanket of warm memories, breeze on your carefree shoulders.
Then, if you drive to the southwest part of the island, there’s Chalk Sound, a majestic crystalline lagoon of this crazy teal color. You can go kayaking on that sweet, sweet blue. Just go rent a kayak from the little office at the Neptune Villas, a resort on the banks of the sound.
Then, circling back around to Five Cays, just east of the sound, there’s this long stretch of shallow water. This view from the tables at Bugaloo’s. The water’s not the most trustworthy here – those dudes are cleaning fish and conches. Five Cays is the fishermen’s side of the island. It’s a little humbler here, the resorts further away,
And then we were gone, lifted away from this idyllic wind and water, the distant coo of birds, seafaring wings swooping up and back and then disappearing like a heavy coin into the horizon.