Discovering the world through hangover-free eyes on alcohol-free stays

The sea was clear and still, and through the crystal blue I could see the wobbly pink outline of varnish on my daughter Evangeline’s toenails, which matched my own. We’d applied it in my bedroom in Washington DC – our toes touching, bottles of polish littered around us like petals – after packing in a rush. Looking down I saw a tiny fish, a strand of silver, dart between our legs. Evangeline saw it too, opening her mouth to laugh so I could see all her bright white teeth. I laughed…