I am on an island in a pristine part of the world with powdery white sand between my toes. Everywhere there are animals, some prehistoric-looking like the marine iguanas and others, just plain rare.
The crescent-shaped beach has a long path leading to it from the town through the foliage and scrub. The length of the pathway keeps at least some of the development at bay. As I walk along it I see birds that hop down the low stone walls next to me. They are not afraid of me. I get closer and am surprised that they still don’t fly away like they would at home if I was that close.
Surfers practice on the waves, but I walk on further until I see the mangroves and the still turquoise pools where the pelicans play, reef sharks swim, and the kayakers slide out into the natural world.
Do you know where I am?
