More than a decade ago, my husband and I honeymooned on the beautiful island of Saint Martin. Twelve years later, we threw caution to the wind and went back for a second honeymoon. It was better than we remembered. It's one of our favorite places on earth.
We stayed in a secluded area on the French side, not far from the little fishing village of Grand Case. With no TV, no computer nor reliable cell phone service, it was just what we needed to shake off the excess stress of living and working in Boston.
