The Caribbean Seduction

I was in my late 20s, working in book publishing and broker than broke, when I first dove into the Caribbean. Mexico’s Isla Mujeres, Cozumel and Playa del Carmen were sleepier then than they are now, and I had never seen water so turquoise, strolled sand so soft, or quaffed beer so deliciously cold. Each day, I baked on the beach, cooled off in the sea and read a whole book. Each night, I ordered a lightly charred fish with a squeeze of lime and at least one ice-cold, perfect margarita. This was heaven—I was sure of it.

Soon, I learned that this was only one version