Some destinations announce themselves. Anguilla whispers. This slender coral island at the top of the Caribbean has built its reputation on the things it chooses not to have - no high-rises, no crowds, no clamor - and on the thirty-odd beaches of powder-white sand that it has instead.
The luxury here is understated and complete: resorts that feel like private villas, chefs who cook for a room rather than a hall, and a stillness that money elsewhere can rarely buy. It is the kind of place the truly well-traveled keep to themselves.
For the Arizonan who knows the desert's own quiet, Anguilla is a familiar pleasure in a different key - space, silence, and the sense of having found somewhere the rest of the world has not yet crowded.
Originally published in View AZ Highlife Magazine, Spring 2008.