The Sunday before, boy, did we need a vacation.

Days later, we missed a plane to the island .. but we made it over, eventually, arriving in time to see spring sun.

At high noon, the first day, we saw boats heading to sea and fishermen taking positions along the shore.

But before the tours really began, we had to battle jetlag ..

and win.

Breakfast helped. And the hotel, a restored 18th century mansion by the western coast, was isolated and serene.

The bedroom's frescoes illuminated the imagination.

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