fter landing at the single-build- ing airport I’m greeted by a friendly taxi driver who takes me on the “highway” – which is es- sentially one extra-large lane for traf c in both directions. With only about 12,000 inhabitants the island is still very undeveloped, allowing me views of the wilderness and palm tree forests before crossing over the Glass Window Bridge with the bright aqua Caribbean on my right and the darker Atlantic Ocean on my left.
Soon I arrive at my destination: The Cove, a little paradise tucked away between the forests and the sea. At the gate I’m handed a luggage tag and offered the option of a Bahama Mama or lemon water. Inside the grounds, the winding road slices through the jungle until reaching the stunning hilltop lobby. Eschewing the hub-bub typical of most resort reception areas, The Cove’s exclusivity means personal service above all else. At the top of the quiet hill I breathe in the salt air from the nearby sea and take in the simple beauty of the property.
“So much of the property takes advantage of its SURROUNDING NATURE, seamlessly blending indoors and outdoors…”
Next I hop aboard a golf cart that whisks me through the peaceful plantation-like grounds of white cottages and hammocks surrounded by endless green. Further still I arrive at my own private villa right on the sand. The front porch sits mere steps from the water and, while blissfully isolated, the bungalow still has every modern amenity one could ever need.