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“THE CONVERGING WALLS AND VALLEYS

ARE A CANVAS FOR MARINE LIFE TO WORK

ITS JACKSON POLLOCK-STYLE ARTISTRY.”

but I had come to realize the immeasurable wealth that

surrounded me every day in these islands.

The skies were postcard perfect; the roads were friendly

and easy to drive. Locals smiled and waved. I spotted

other tourists I had met during the week, and we shouted

greetings. I stopped in the middle of the road for an

iguana crossing. The Caribbean breeze blew fragrances

both familiar and exotic through my open windows.

And then I arrived. It’s a spot so iconic that it

has graced the pages of a hundred magazines and

thousands of postcards. The Baths were still every bit

as breathtaking and alluring as I remembered. Massive,

smooth granite boulders framed the water’s edge, and

powder-white coral sand stuck to my bare feet. Suddenly

I was 9 years old again and exploring the wonderful play

of light and water around the boulders, this time with a

camera in hand. Paradise was briefly mine alone.

Then the cacophony of approaching tourists from

a cruise ship ended my reverie, but I had found

treasure. The BVI had once again shared their wealth

in countless little ways. I could leave enriched and

committed to return soon for more.

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