At some point in every adult’s life, an exotic beach vacation becomes less a fantasy and more a necessity. I reached that point in my early 20s. After weeks spent meeting with clients and gasping under the pressure of looming deadlines in my first office job, I booked a ticket and boarded a plane for the sandy paradise of the U.S. Virgin Islands.
Since its prestige for attracting the world elite grew in the 1960s, Greece remains the go-to destination for glittering holidays. Each step of the journey is enrobed in luxury, from culinary traditions with the highest standard of execution and name-brand, high-end shopping to first-rate wellness locales and elite accommodations, like 5-star hotels, private villas and yachts.
I can’t keep track of how many times I’ve been to Hong Kong over the past 30 years, but I always make a point of spending at least half a day in Stanley. In fact, compared to bustling Central or Kowloon, going to Stanley is like taking a mini vacation. First, there’s the roller-coaster bus ride in a double-decker from Central that careens around curves and zips over hills on its 30-minute journey, providing tantalizing views of the South China Sea along the way. Although bargain shopping makes my heart beat faster, a leisurely meal is also always in the picture.