. . . deep conversation in a moody café of some impossibly exciting city somewhere in the world, but very rarely in resorts—with the exception of a few moments here and there on the beaches of barbados, aruba, and the bahamas—very much citified and adore the glamour and fast-paced adventures of undiscovered cities, that is, until happening upon verana, a luxury boutique hotel in yalapa, mexico, accessible only by boat and built on a hillside, with promises of waterfalls and romance, perfect seclusion and hot summer afternoons, crashing waves and starry nights . . .
