Meals of a Lifetime: the Bahamas

I swam in turquoise and azure waters and sat on white sand. The sun felt like it was right on top of us, like I could touch it if I wanted to, but it wasn’t unpleasant. How could it be? It also became obvious that there is no better drink than a cold Sands lager in the shade of a beachside hut—well, maybe save a simple rum cocktail. 

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