Immediately you’re struck by Amanyara’s carefully though out architecture.  Each airy space designed to allow complete views of the next is both modern, but completely one with it’s surroundings.  The large reception pavilion opens onto a breathtaking central reflection pond surrounded by mahogany trees, framed on one side by the Library and Gallery, and the other side by the Restaurant and circular Bar.  The bar, a natural gathering spot, leads out to the main pool set on the edge of Turks and Caico’s turquoise waters.  A short walk down a stone path to the right lies a private, white sand beach, and to the left all glass pavilions are perched just above the ocean’s edge.  Our pavilion stretched out over a tranquil pond and like the rest of the resort, was tucked away providing complete privacy.  In the mornings we would open every wall of windows and enjoy breakfast, and at night we’d lay on the deck, listen to the complete and utter silence and gaze up at the stars.  After living in a city for so long you forget just how many stars can fill a night sky.

Time on the island just seemed to move slower, and for the first time in I don’t know how long I found myself with four glorious un planned days.  Days we filled with long leisurely strolls on the beach and plenty of swims in Turks’ crystal clear turquoise waters.  We unplugged, re connected, and recharged and when it was time to say goodbye I whimpered as I got on the plane destined to take me back to reality.  As I type I find I’m already yearning to escape and smell that tropical air and find a little bit of Amanyara peace again.  Tell me Loves, where are you planning to escape to next?  Truly, MKR