After check-in in the grand lobby of the plantation-style main building, I was escorted to my room, a comfortable retreat with sweeping views of Long Bay, the 1,600-foot stretch of powdery sand that borders the 180-room resort. Elegantly appointed, it features lamps, furniture and fabrics embellished with a pineapple motif, a traditional Caribbean symbol of welcome that resonates throughout the hotel. I soon settled into a routine. Each morning, as dawn light danced on the aquamarine water, I would make my way over wooden bridges, past waterfalls and along stands of palms to breakfast, a prelude to idyllic days spent swimming, strolling the beach and reading in a water's-edge chaise. Invariably, reading would lead to napping, interrupted only to join other guests for a mid-afternoon beer at the bar.