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Hanging magnolia turn cheek in the breeze.
We’ve arrived for a night at Lagoi Bay Villas and the large, private residence is eye-opening in an “I cannot believe this is ours” sort of way. I can feel my shoulders relax from the moment the wooden doors creaks open.
That just doesn’t happen.
It’s the perfect blend of indoor-outdoor living with a large, covered living room and bathroom, but with the comfort of air conditioning in the bedroom. Tropical flowers scent the outdoor shower.
It’s the private pool, however, that shimmers in the heat with a come-hither finger. The lazy humidity has rubbed off on me and it takes no time to indulge with a smooth ripple.
And not get out for hours.
A bald eagle floats overhead as a monkey tucks itself quietly into a tree. Anoles zig and zag across the wall like lightweight bolts.
Even the nearby sea can't seduce us.
The pfft of a cold beer opening.
Bliss.
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