A tropical paradise sets the stage for a couple’s inhibitions to be lost at sea.

Strewn across the tropical sea, the little jeweled islands of the archipelago thrust up out of that warm, aquamarine water. Everything lay beautiful and isolated. It was a torrid haven, and I’d come to it in the summer, when it was too sultry for most tourists.

The native name for the place was a musical string of syllables. The translation: Ecstasy.

So, needing a serious break from my job and seeking some spiritual renewal, I had come to Ecstasy. The place didn’t disappoint. There was a main island, where I checked into a nearly empty hotel. There were also local places to eat. The pace was unhurried, especially in the off season. Whenever anybody apologized for delays in service, I told them not to... Read More