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"An otherworldly, orchid-laden hideout that felt truly off the grid—in the most elegant, IYKYK way—became our Islamorada home base. Mornings meant fishing excursions and easy, freshly caught lunches; afternoons were for swims, naps, and befriending the iguanas who claimed our cottage grounds (Johnny Iguana included). Post-dinner, we’d race back for a moonlit pool dip before I’d meet the resort’s dashing owner, Hubert Baudoin, in his clubhouse filled with a significant motorcycle collection and souvenirs from a life of adventuring. Every detail telegraphed perfection with elegant ease—from signed Peter Beard books in our tiny library to the thousand-plus orchids lining the footpaths—and the whole stay felt like the most insane admixture of wild and civilized." - Anna Grace Lee