When someone finds out about our frequent travels the next question is, almost inevitably, what’s your favourite place? My typical answer is that I really don’t have a favourite. Each place is so different from the next. I could tell you that Vietnam probably had my favourite food, or that Climbing Kilimanjaro and visiting with the gorillas in Uganda were two of my favourite experiences, but that doesn’t mean they were my absolute favourites.
One place that is working hard to make a case for favourite status is Bermuda. I’ve never written about it, but as I write this we’re flying back from our third visit in as many years. We never go back to the same place! So why do we keep going back to Bermuda?
For starters, it’s a beautiful place.