I'm not really a tropical paradise kind of person.
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Since I was 19, I've always gone where there was a reason to be. Maybe I'll be lucky and there'll be a reason to go somewhere tropical for a while.
Paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.
I hate being put in a box labelled 'tropical house.'
On my return to Cornwall I discovered that I was living in a tropical paradise. For now I am content to explore my own home and our nearest neighbour France.
I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.
It's a blessing to be paid to be in paradise. The Hawaiian people are so friendly.
I was born in Cuba, and my parents were tropical agronomists.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
I wanted to write about this tropical honeymoon in part because I had the most drastically terrible honeymoon.
One of the most magical places on Earth is a small island in the Caribbean called Mustique. With brilliant beaches, warm water, and lush vegetation, this tiny green swath of land is my idea of paradise.